Torn

Smokey and mysterious is my mood,
As I stand here mocking
the insanity that fills to the rim
Like a good cup of Joe,
I let you go...

And there you fell to a death
That was only yours.
You let him lead you down a
Primrose Path
Without a map.

He said he loved you.
At least I never lied.
And as far as kindness goes
you never tried.



Leaving you up on the cliff
Up on the rope
I saw you choke.
I had to laugh at such a bitter cause.

Leaving you just hanging there
Dangling in the breeze,
Children should be seen and not heard!


I didn't mean to put up
To shut off, to end it all.
I thought that this would teach you a lesson?
Now you're strung out
And strung up
And flat out broke...




I think I left your headlights on...