AT HIS FEET

I hate love stories
They bring back memories
Old tunes
Turned sad tales

The more the patch up
The more the bitter cup
The more the hold on
The more evil takes turn

The once angel of my life
Is now the cause of my strife
My loving companion
Is the new uncrowned W.W.F champion
With the promise to care and cherish
Now residing in the fertile soil of vanish

And whenever I think of leaving
My memory keeps singing
Till death do you part
Nothing should keep you apart

But how long can I bear it?
How long can I remain at his feet?
Maybe today, maybe tomorrow