Tom Milsom
Can't
He can't put into wordsJust how she made him meltShe molded, folded, pasted and cutHis edited heart was her favorite work of artAnd it surprised him every dayThey way she made him obeyHe can't see clearlyThrough love tinted eyesHer erotic, robotic bedroom liesPaid off in a blur for the minute he was let inside herHe can't complain about he strainOf her relationship gamesHe can't dream vividlyWhile nightmares run wildShe blocked, locked and mocked his smileHe's been destroyedTears come falling from her trained toyAnd with a sigh he can't explain whyBut he can't say "goodbye."
From Letras Mania