His lies were to satisfy one
His own worth fortified by booze
And I was his chosen sun
To lock away for his own delight
With no thought that he would take away my own
Dark despair and misery
Became the only friends I would know
So your wish is to romance me in this manor
To strip me of which I now own
The Light that says I will shine my own way
Or do you wish to partake as a loan
