Wash yourself of all the dirt and pain he caused you
That runs through your veins and out your toes
Long glances into a mirror and remembering who you are
The trials and errors of love lasted too long
Your head is grey, with strands of golden promises in between
Hands folded and weathered and your legs no longer strong
For when he became a part of you, he took all the beauty
Now my beauty lies only in my memories, my past is but a dream
Covered in soft, chenille blankets that keep me warm at night
No longer can I wait for love, my time has come and gone
Where do I go? What do I do? It can not be the end
I want real love to find me so that I can begin to live again