Sitting here in corner of this dark room
I weep because I am alone
I give and give but its never enough
Precious treasures you hold
But still your on the prowl for more
You greedy bastard
Soon there will be nothing left of me
I am your like your slave
Locked in this metaphorical cell
Only let out for your selfish pleasures
Sweet things you whisper into my ears
Send chills down my spine
Then your gone
Those whispers sway into the wind
Blowing your scent off my skin
Leaving me all alone
I weep and sit in the corner of this dark room
Trying to find something else that I can surrender
So I can have you near again