I was blinded by my loyalty to you 

but now that your gone I can see so clear of a view.

I'm sorry I'm not there with you 

but the truth is you were never here with me.

 

There's a hole in my soul 

as your heart I'm trying to deeply penetrate.

We use to be two hearts beating as one 

like an encore from a group of steel African drums

But now that deceit is done.

 

Don't you remember your heart, cold 

as ice in the hot summer beds of love.

Striatied moans lovely tones.

A hot December in early August 

Would be the perfect way to describe it.

Yet it was that coldness that attracted me 

like a vibrantly scented plant to a bee.

 

But ever since the first kiss with your one open eye 

I knew this, love would not be, 

this would only be lust filled passion.

 

Trusted you still should've just believed the obvious patterns.

Love is a battlefield.

Well I'm coming home 

tell my mom I'm wounded from battle.

I'll catch the horse and ride off lonely into the sunset 

if only you'll fetch me a saddle