Serial
I'm not the first I know
But will I be the last
This dirty side you show
We've definitely moved to fast
Who else has been here
Do the faces blur into one
Everything now is coming clear
And no I'm not having fun
You wish you had a doll instead of a girl
Never returning to the last
Your touch now makes my toes curl
A sickening feeling from the past
What did they have that I don't
Not much to offer I guess
You told me to scream but I won't
The blood makes such a mess
She was the women you loved
A replacement you work to create
Your hands both tightly gloved
You tell me I'm lucky number eight
Ashamed and naked I lay
For all the world to see
Someday I'll make you pay
In the next life it may be
They wonder where I am
No one would ever expect
This lion prays on a lamb
Your last prize to collect
A place I've never seen
And still will not
Your hands have been scrubbed clean
The desert I lay in is hot
3 years to find my body
My best years are gone
They make you sound gaudy
And turn me into a delicate swan
Plucked from her prime of life
To let rot and decay
All for the love of your wife
Whose body next to, I do lay
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