As useful as a rotten egg.
A subservient verbal punching bag.
Tonight we said goodbye for good.
Dishonesty and fright withstood.
No more tears during dazzling nights.
No making up after epic fights.
In the dark, I see just who I am:
a clown, padding, anything but your man.
Way too late for a brand new start.
Why would someone steal a broken heart?