I know you have other men in your life now
For he followed you across the room
I must find the will to let go somehow
I just wonder if he knows how
You like your eggs fried
Wonder if you remember how I tried
But now in my drunken state of dementia I see clearly
That I am only good at tormenting you
So instead of letting my hurt manifest upon you
I will find a way to lose myself into the ever gentle darkness
So no one will feel my rage except myself
As I in total nakedness lay under the dark side of the moon
Wishing for death to be my friend
Bringing my demented thoughts to an end
As I am lost to the ecstasy of a long ago time
When my thoughts were not of the grave
But of the love to you I once gave
But now I am all but a memory
Alone, exactly how I belong
All but gone for view
And soon to be removed from your memory
