The truth is a broken soul.
One half of anything is missing another part.
The wandering fools believing in loves divine.
Never finding the dodging other heart.
So empty are the days where no-one can understand.
Every woman thinks it's easy to be a "normal" man.
Whispering to her friends of someone else’s tan.
Showing all the mis-hits of something other grand.
And creating his emotional scar.
The facts lead to ends.
No-one there to see you in your piney suit.
The friends are just acquaintances coming.
Unless they've come to get your loot.
It's not enough to do everything right today.
Every lover just wants a game to play.
And when they are at the point where they want another way.
There is only one word I have ever heard them say.