I know this
Gets so old
After a while
The stories
Familiar
Of her exile
This has to
Come from me
Unless it builds
I have to
Just move on
So understand
I loved her
But she thought
I was a man
In quiet
Adultery
His eyes could kill
Started to think that that's just life
I can't remember what i'm like
Living with this shattered self
Her abuse left me a shell
I know this
Gets so old
After a while
These stories
All retold
In mad-lib style