When mourning is too common for the spectacular

Part I:

I'm no longer in mourning
But I am regretting this morning
Waking up in the arms of a stranger
And knowing that my heart is in danger
Because you have lied and cheated and stolen
Because you have lied about your feelings
And cheated me out of your love
You have stolen my heart
And kept us apart

You were supposed to be my defense
You even accepted my retainer
But no services were rendered
The charges never dropped
All I can think of is how my spirit was popped
By the bars you've created
As I always say "I'm way too cute for prison"
And yet I've let you put me there

And I'm trapped
Trapped by your lies and deceit and thievery

And it's hard being on Death Row
With you as my executioner
My death will be slow
And more than likely painful.


Part II:

finally giving up the quest
for what she always dreamed of
because as it seems
the man of her dreams
is turning her into everything she wished she never was
the pain far out weighs the gain
he never has a cause
but forever he is hers
his life
his existence
his birth and his breath
are the reasons that she lives
his support
his maintenance
his lover and friend
are the reasons she breaths.


Part III:

everytime i think of your face
and those eyes that make my heart melt
and those ears that make me giggle and swoon
i remember that you
you were the one
that crushed my heart
and broke my spirit
that you
you were the one
the one that made me cry
and think it was me...

when in all reality
it was your lack of rhythm
and your nerves
and your dwindling physique
that made that day impossible and awkward

it was you
you that made lying next to him so hard
because even though i knew the truth
my broken heart would not accept your fare
nor would it exchange it for a bus card

and you cant even get a one day
you know the fun pass
that allows you anytime access
because you've lost your anytime access

this broken girl
the one that you broke
is done
is done being your doormat
is done being the girl that you once walked all over

call
don't
do
it doesn't matter
i'll always be able to find you
your location will never change
the upstairs room
to the left of the stairs
on the right side of the hallway
the upstairs room
to the right of the stairs
on the right side of the hallway
the upstairs room
directly across from the stairs

the place where the tears are
the place where they started
the place where you kicked and pushed
and beat and abused
until it could no longer be your home

i hope your next home is warm and safe
you and i
me and you
were the same
we WERE two people
dramatically hurt
vowing that we'd never do that to another

but you always lie
you lie cheat and steal
you deceive
you are fraudulent
you are the malicious kleptomaniac
you are a pathological liar
you are never honest with your actions
you are the one who takes without giving
you are the one who takes without caring
you are the one who gives nothing but lies

you are going no where
you are a liar with no hope

i honestly hope that one day you realize
you realize that you were loved
loved by someone who didn't have to
loved by someone who didn't need to
loved by someone who shouldn't have loved you at all

maybe one day
hopefully one day.