I'm not your first sweet lover. I'm not the darling that you wed. I'm not that perfect housewife. I'm not your ecstasy in bed. I'm the last chance motel, full of cobwebs and of pain. I've seen a lot of sad love and I'm broken and I'm tame. I'm nobody's dream as I once might have been. I'm the last chance motel.
Invisible person, I see you. We all have a story to tell. Even though we may not speak, we all long to be heard. We all long to mean something. We all long for love. Look at the invisible person. Hear their story.
Rein in your urges, your reactions, your humor. Rein in your anger, your spirit, your humanity. Rein it all in, how long til you break? How long? We are human. We are individual, emotional beings. We are nature. We are nature.