The Three

You're a disappointment
In many different ways
Any I'm the fool who'd believed in you
No matter what you'd say.


He's so weak. And me?
I'm left in the dust. Because,
No matter what he says he wants,
It's she who comes out on top.


He's too gentle to hurt her
And too cruel to let her go
He plays with sweet dementia
And I'm left in a throe.