So I hold on to this book,
The book of pain and death...

I hoped one day I'd be free,
From my own controversy...

I didn't tear you two apart,
He had dumped you from the pain caused...

I haven't made plans and schemes,
And I haven't got hopes and dreams...

Bad taste in my mouth from the night before,
Broken smiles from the husband I always swore...

Deep in the shadows,
Behind what you see...

Wondering why
Confused...

Where is your shirt?
Pick it up from the floor...

Through my eyes I see a light,
And in your eyes I see your fright...

You are not the horse,
On which I laid my cash...

I was a 24-7 puppet doll,
Sat in the corner of your playpen...

I walked along a dusty road,
Thinking about that night...