Who is that man reflected in your tears,
And why is he walking away?
Pale knuckles clutching the suitcase trailing behind him
Packed tight with clothes
And no room left for anything to do with you
Wheels marking the path he has chosen
The one that leads away from you
Who is that man reflected in your tears,
And why is he with another woman?
Long, black hair and long, black lashes
With a long, black dress and a long, red tail
Horns peeking from the sides of her head
A demon seductress in human flesh
Stealing your heart which you had given to him
Destroying one for the price of two
Who is that man reflected in your tears,
And why does he not look back?
Had the intimate bond you shared vanished
In that puff of smoke from the mistress’ cigarette?
When he flicked his lighter,
And the passionate flames of your love
Was used to light their lust
Was that scrapbook of memories
Casted into the inferno as well?
Who is that man reflected in your tears,
And why did you hand him your heart?
Who is that man reflected in your tears,
And why is he walking away?
