Daggers flying to and fro
Nasty words crammed on the knife
Stabbing, hurting, stinging
But he just doesn't know
The late nights and white lies
Wondering, worrying about us
However did we come to
Quick kisses and clipped goodbyes?
We were once consumed in fire
A love so passionate and true
Now sizzling in wet ash
Doused by a sexy, little liar
Without remorse, without regret
He comes home to sleep with me
Stinking of booze and cheap perfume
I lay next to him, trying to forget
Where did I go wrong, where?
I always told him I love him
The perfect little wife
Always caring, always there
His sweet words and dripping deciet
Make the confrontation die down
I believe for one moment I'm wrong
Till we lay naked and never speak
And I remember how he uses me
To cook his meals and clean his clothes
Number one stepford wife
Never to be loved, never to be free
Of the chains of the unfaithful
Of the cheating, lying husband
Crying, hurting, pining for love
Living, breathing his betrayal |