• my bitter tears for you i will no longer outpour,
    the crimson's turned to charcoal in my room's cold floor,
    you found the vancant house in my welcoming heart,
    you first set it on fire, then tore it apart,
    now don't you think that it would just be divine
    if you didn't only think of yourself this time,
    our romance can't live without both our hearts,
    but you'll never help, you will take no part.
    and i'm very sorry that you have left me,
    you're going to squirm at the horror of me being free.