I held you in the privacy of my heart, when arms were cold and bare,
But careless words tore me apart, blinded in the glare,
A thousand suns in angry blaze, from the darkness of your eyes,
Morning now, a wordless haze, and fistfuls of your lies,
Good thing you’re not afraid of heights, that pedestal is tall,
When the day sinks into night, it’s quite a painful fall,
Who is there to help you along, who can you name as ‘friend’?
Sometimes I still play that song, and mourn the messy end.