Theres no such thing as love

Stripped bare naked.

Out on the street

Cast into loathsome self doubt

And self inflicted injury.

Stripped bare naked

Of any virtue, any soul

You questioned my conscience

My existence, on the whole

I bared my soul to you

Because of the belief of love

I thought you had in you for me

You were sent for me from above

My angel cast in heaven

I always thought you to be

and in an instant, my love,

became a lie to you; you tainted me.

Let me now retire to my self

Let my solitude be my new love

There is no knight in shining armor

There is no angel from above.