I stare at the bills that you put in my name,
a tangible symbol that nothing's the same
Was I a fool, giving what can't be sold,
a gift which I offered long since you grew cold.

My wounds an invitation, you pour salt on my disgrace,
screaming till the whole world hears "never show your face!"
Promises made...they meant something sacred now forsaken
meant until you lay cold....betrayed, my faith is shaken.

You lie there, your heart still beats yet it is cold
it's been this way for a long long time, though I was never told.
A widow I am though no one comes to your grave,
I'm the only one crying, no one comes to my aide.

The man I loved is no more, yet lives on in some form
a glimmer like a rainbow left after a storm.
It's not he that I see, the lost one's dead to me
just a hollow of a dead man, forever haunting me

What's worse...I hold the smoking gun
all defense is over before it has begun
I wear black to mourne, can't make amends
yet prison guarbs show all I stand condemned.

My greatest fear's been recognized
my vulnerablity realized
I revealed of myself some hidden truth
my secrets becoming the knot of his noose
When my ugliest, worst offenses became known
The one who loved me could no longer bear what was shown