I loved a man, and then I lost,
and now I have to pay the cost
of life alone in solitude;
a constant dark’ning of the mood.
It’s not the loss that I can’t face
but haunting mem’ries of loving days,
so filled with lies and subterfuge
‘twould make another want to lose.
Perhaps I trusted much in haste
and now I stand amidst the waste
and try to face reality
and slay the dragons to set me free.
But still I’m bound with all my chains,
and I’ll learn to cope with all the pain
and agony I feel inside –
there is no haven; I cannot hide.