Ironic - The light that went out.

Like the way you know how to kill

You lick my wounds and plead for mercy

You cross your heart and hope to die

And say you won't ever lie.

And like a bird in your cage

You had me in your plate

You ate me up and hated me out

You left and I felt so alone...

But your notion of love, of care

Is dim, and shallow and strange

And in truth, to try it completely

You will never dare.

So I will linger in your mind

Because I was the bird that pecked your hand

And because I won't be second

This strange, golden, dim connection met it's end...