I told you he wouldn't change.
That absence can be easily filled
And so are the scars on your skin.
That he can control his tongue
And plan for the next words to say
That he can pretend he cares
While he wishes for a way
Darling,
I told you once that change is only for the poor.
But you insisted on giving your riches to that greedy bastard in disguise.
Change isn't his word.
Spare is.
And you my love,
Was his spare
Ready to throw
When you grew too heavy to bare
Leave you for yourself
Even if he told you he wouldn't
Darling,
I told you he knows his words.
You said now he dances with the melody of his voice
I told you to go on and dance with him
And learn how he grooves
Till he stops the beat
That your heart has grown accustomed to
Now your heart has no beating
And his voice has started a new tune
a song your heart wouldn't like anytime soon.
