as i walk about this cold desolate waste
i just pray for my return to open arms and to a friendly place
but this is not the time and i can't see her pretty face
cos i signed that dotted line and threw it all away
she loves me but not today
no one told me it would be this way
she loves me but not today
maybe i'm better off this way
as i run afraid there's nothing i can do
i just pray for my return as she preys on someone new
as i lay alone forgotten faceless nothing left to prove
there's another lined up in my place
the next one to be used