Couldn't really love you any more
Her eyes were tearstained. Elizabeth Schuyler crumpled to the floor, a shredded copy of the Reynolds Pamphlet in her hands. Elizabeth was heartbroken, upset, and betrayed. She had no idea how to feel about her husband's affair. She was helpless for him and he returned it by an affair?
You've become my ceiling
I don't think I love you anymore
The news was a horrid dream. She didn't know how badly she and Alexander's marriage had faltered. Elizabeth didn't care. Why? He cheated on her, she'd be better off without him. Her own kids kept her torn to the dastardly person she was married to.
That gold mine changed you,
You don't have to hold me anymore
God. Maria Reynolds. She was much younger, prettier, and slimmer than herself. It was as if Maria was a gold mine and Alexander was a miner. They attracted, leaving Elizabeth, silver, in the dust. When Alexander came home after she heard the news, she refused to let him hold her. Comfort her. She banished him away. Poor Philip, the youth didn't deserve this.
Our cave's collapsing
I don't wanna be me anymore
My old man told me
Their cave. Their love. Crushing by the minute, crumbling, fading. Soon, it'd be gone. Completely. Elizabeth was tired of being hoisted around behind Alexander like his loyal steed. She stopped all normal behaviours. How had she been so foolish? Her own father, Philip Schuyler, warned her. Rash men like Alexander were never wise, nor did they understand a woman's feelings.
"You don't open your eyes for a while,"
"You just breathe that moment down."
Ignoring her own father's advice. Only a childish woman would do that, especially if her father was Philip Schuyler. He'd told her, warning. Even after the affair. Philip wasn't mad. He was... relaxed? Why? She hadn't the least clue.
Forty miles out of East Illinois from my old man's heart attack
Eliza missed her father's funeral. Recuperating her and her legacy took longer- especially after her husband led Philip to death. Guilty, Eliza couldn't believe herself.
I believed you were crazy
You believe you loved me
All those "I love you"'s. Were they fake? Did he mean it? He claimed he loved her- claimed! She loved him. His rash, ignorant personality always cracked for her. Too easy to trust, let him in. He never loved her. Sobs racked the fragile woman's body, the pamphlet crumpling in her hands as she shook.
