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Tattered love where have you gone?
I shared a tattoo of emotions foolishly with someone I didn't know,
Next morning I hear the chime,
The clock is not on my side on this one.

I feel like my heart has stopped and there is no more action,
I walk the street in search of a cigarette,
Creeping home too late,
Sleeping all the way to dreams,
I thought were sacred,

I have fallen from the highest pedestal,
I obviously wasn't thinking of a helmet,
Ouch that pain doesn't go away,
The memory of her blush still wakes me,
The past conversations hold the cobwebs together.

I'm afraid my dear I can't be there anymore,
This trauma is not for one but for two,
Your flight has taken clearly off,
Yet I sit and wait for mine.
You travel and my emotions fade,
But God do I still think of you.

But that is what I feel now that the sun has gone down,
I can think clearly and its not a painting by my hand,
I now act in repulse when a woman come nears me,
What has she done to me?
What have I let happen?

Truthfully I am human and this game has drained my soul,
Immature contact and she turned the boat around and put me rowing the oars,
When it should be one on either side, balance and equality, freedom and choice,
Those words I need to feel and be again.

She is hurt, but guess what girl you just hurt me,
Sacred pity my feeling are drowned in sense,
I travel now alone to a land where art and culture are daily meals,
Hopefully sense and sensibility will carry me there,
For my heart is most certainly not a whore,
One thing is for sure it has a lot more in store.