Sunshine

You were too pretty to be trusted. Now my soul is worn and rusted. All viking power and innocent charm. All smiles and charisma with me on your arm. So many promises and so many lies. Oh how often such a heartless man cries. Too weak to hold me when I couldn't stand. Oh but isn't your Polycule grand? Too blind to see, to foolish to understand. I've stepped onto the shore, feet in the sand. And a far better man has taken my hand. Crawl back to your cave, in all your poetic despair. One day you will miss me... But I will never be there.