People say they will be round,
Loyalty given and laid down,
Then they omit you out,
Never to be found.
They say one thing in a minute,
Later no longer really in it,
Why change your face?
Why tease when you begin it?
Now just a queen of omission,
Only need me for filling your mission,
Could give a damn about my sorrow,
Only what you need for you, your ambition.
So sad that one can never love,
Shattered the magick from the glove,
So sitting here again so alone again,
Guess for me a push just means a shove.
– Thomas Spychalski