How could you do it?
Treat a woman like that? Not a chance.
We had such good times.
You, the first man to show me love and romance.
You asked me to marry you,
I said I wanted to wait,
and you wooed, took advantage of me,
my infertility.
And selfishly stole my virginity.
Still, I could trust you, but only to lie.
You would cry and beg to prove your love.
But were you bragging to the other guys?
Calling me fast, calling me easy?
You're a musician and you compose.
You composed something for me.
Funny, I never heard a note
of that movement of your symphony.
You told me " I'm the only one who will have you",
as you tried to play the Martyr.
And you can't buy me with elegance,
I know much better.
You called me one day to say,
"I am engaged to another."
Was that a lie too, Martyr?
I need none like you.
So long, forever!
