where is your lover?

"you have no worth;
you're no good;
it'd be better to break free
where they wouldn't have to be
troubled for you,
a little woman everyone loves.
where is your lover?
where is your man?
can you understand
that they all cared, compared,
and left you high and dry,
up on the furthest branch
where no one sees you,
loved and left.
why don't you end it now?
who could be but relieved,
o little woman high and dry.
they might be sad, maybe cry
but the burden of caring would be lifted,
the day you die."

i hear the devil
feeding me a pack of lies
i hear the confusion,
and it's no suprise
my jealous lover's fighting back
and smothering my sobbing
during this lengthy attack
in the valley of shadows,
tipping to the fathomed hell
my color's giving to a lifeless gray.
those sweethearts, they tell
me a thousand rosey compliments
of fifteen years' exhaustion
and i cry into the night, the cloudless night,
because i have so much
and nothing seems right.