Let your eyes promise me lies   Let your sigh be a sweet goodbye   And never even write to me a letter   I won't worry about tearful endeavors      There was no reason to return   I was told   Nobody waiting for me   to come back home   nothing is left   but the promise of praise   Nothing remains      No phone calls late at night   of pictures a constant reminder   no burning of inpassioned pages   or returning them to sender      you send a letter to    the only one you can't deny   will never send you a reply   you never bother to sit back   and ask yourself why   Blinded by your own dim light      Tried but devout   Tortured the cherished   loved the unheralded      Bought up their trash   Brought to my knees   by beggars and braggarts   washed my laced sleeves   after each miscarriage      You fill your pen and   spill the words onto each line   your monogram in wax   seals another pathetic cry   You're so romantic   So cautious and tranquilized   is there anything behind your eyes