My Mistake

She was the woman, That I did so adore, What a surprise, To find out, she was But a whore... Crushed? No.... Atomized... Vaporized.. Those were such Lying eyes... I stumbled into A real world, One I did not like... In tatters was my self-image, When my love told me; "Go take a hike"! What goes around, Comes around, This I trust is true, And if it is, for sure, I'm glad that I'm not you What goes around, Comes around, This Merry-Go-Round Of life, Why I ever chose you, To be my faithful wife... What goes around, Comes around, Of this you can be sure, My darling, lovely sweetheart, You ever-loving whore. Yes, it goes around, And goes around, And always comes back To the start, What goes around, Comes around, Including a broken heart.