Are you happy now?
You left.
It's cold out mister.
Hurt. Lost. Confused.
Where were the police?

Alive and dreaming,
dead and remembering,
what's the difference?
sitting alone in a dark corner.
colors fade, people pass
thoughts blurry, life fades.

Still you left
it's getting dark out
best be getting gone
can't stay here
long way from home.
It's still cold out mister.

Was that really necessary?
Was there nobody else?
To pass the pain
to torture the innocent
Are you happy now that you're gone?
Torn inside, left with nothing.

The long ride home
soul empty, heart cold
paralyzing silence, deafening.
Scent of what was, disgust.

Yearn the past
before big words made any sense
before smaller words
meant anything.

Depression, divorce.
Rape, Revenge.
dark damp corners.
Virginity, work.
17 hour days, cheap wages.
All a blur that tonite.

So as you sped off
got your fill.
shirtless. cold. violated.
crushed. lost.
Are you happy now that I'm lost
left without a trace of innocence?
Well mister, are you?