Here I lay, beat, battered and broken
Because of a woman, so softly spoken
She worked so deftly to gain entrance into my heart
Then dashed in on the ground into countless shards
A warning my brothers this day do I give
Never trust a woman with this the most presous of gifts
She’ll “love” you for a while till she’s grown bored
Then throw you away.
So leave your lust at the door when women are concerned
They will leave you to rot once your trust they’ve earned
So this day I pick up the pieces of my heart
Spend day after day putting it back together
This time I surround it in stone and it grows cold
For I’ll never trust another either beautiful or bold
I’ve cut myself off from love and from lust
For by doing this I’ll never have to trust
Never again to bear the pain of a woman
My heart tucked safely away from there touch and torture
And myself I will keep as the only one with access to it.
Women are wonderful toys, if you keep them as such
But never let them get closer for the pain it too much
And as I end my tale of pain and woe
I bid you a good life and hope that you are doing better that I.
