Torn

Music and Lyric by David W. Jacobsen
Copyright 2001. All Rights Reserved.

It's 2 in the morning
You're with him again
I can hear through the thin walls
As you let him in.

And what was once precious
Is torn, ripped, and slashed
Aborted forever
Once feelings have passed.


It's 3 in the morning
I'm lonely again
I can hear you beside him
And he will end

With you lying longing
Hungry and torn
You pick up your dress
But don't see how it's worn.


It's 4 in the morning
I'm weeping again
I thought of a person
Who once was a friend.

As I hear you leaving
He's sleeping and through
I think of words spoken
None of them true.