As I sit and type in infamy I remember all the deeds, One had a heady heart But never any needs. I could have been the one That made up the pack of lies Yet hardly was the season For the empty aching cries. Silence is my atmosphere In all its sudden glory A noise would be nice today But that's another story. It got terribly cold at my home Had to turn up the heater Yesterday, in a tremendous leap I got rid of the aching cheater. Today I'm left with three Hanging by a rope To watch them struggle to stay alive Gives me so much hope. Maybe tomorrow I'll let them down Gasping for some air Today I'm not much for acting Or pretending like I care. I could have been the one I keep whispering in their ear Maybe tomorrow they lose hope Then all intentions become clear.