I was never what you wanted, I will never be what you need me to be. You were never what I longed for, although I thought that you might make me complete. Now I’m ready to see what really lies beneath. I would have preferred more lies. When I looked into your eyes I saw what I could not believe. That even though you were my wife, you could not give into me. As you laid back in my bed, my dear, you were so impolite. I must confess, what I did was not quite right. Now I’m ready to see what really lies beneath. I would have preferred more lies. I would like to take your ring, the awful blessed thing, and melt it to its core. I would like to take your vows and read them to you now. Now that you’re just a whore. I would like to take your dress into the streets to confess the awful things we’ve done. I would like to take your hand, as if we were to dance, for my dear, we’ve only just begun.