Come in, I've been expecting you.
There's a knock on the door and love walks through,
It lights the fire, smiles a smile
As though it were going to stay a while.
The fire breathes and weaves its spell
But then love runs out of lies to tell,
For love is restless, love's a flirt,
Love has places to go and people to hurt.
So here's the shovel to smother the flame,
Tomorrow you'll barely remember my name
And I'll try to forget you, my dearest one,
As a prisoner tries to forget the sun,
For life holds no purpose, love holds no charms,
Now you have left me for another's arms.
Author unknown