The demented writes in verse 
And there are lines you cannot rehearse 
As you nod when the lights go down and then back up 
And he hits the diff when I call it love 
And there arms that try to drown my spirit 
In a cacophony of “did you hear it?”
And its almost like if I ignore the plod 
I’m giving in to their broken rod 
Trying to shatter a dream 
And undermine the queen 
That sits on the throne of my home
He comes to me when he’s all alone 
As if I could absolve his sins
When I’m murdered by his whims 
As they just converge the mass
And leave me to be the last 
Past the post of what I would not do 
But for the lie caught in the throat that you 
Spread like a disease 
And I know the other plants a seed 
Somewhere the grass will grow 
And the best I can do is just not know 
Just click send on the letter
And concede life knows me better 
Than to forward your replies 
And something in me dies 
Everytime I hear your name 
I should just admit that its a shame 
That I got played 
By the tackle that I delayed 
For the sake of the line back 
Who could not withstand the attack 
That I would mount on her stunt 
I know that you can be blunt 
But forgive me my honesty to say 
You’re a blow in and I’d like to keep it that way