I'll take this souvenir of our time and disappear. Go before my free will gives way. Once I was swayed by your smooth talk, revelled in being at your side, now I want to run and hide. My husband, once I was your bride, now, forgotten vows instead of confetti lay at my feet. My smile, long gone amidst the deceit. Veneers cracked, now just a sneer. I would wish you happiness, but I can't your happiness hurts the other person. So, as I said I'm taking this souvenir and disappearing. You, don't mind my talking to your severed head? It's just we have a long trip ahead. And, talking I find helps cheer up an atmosphere.