The Fallen Crown

When his lust for other women consumes him

A part of my soul is waken, then taken.

Years of pain, sorrow, and tears.

Doesn't he see that I feel mistaken?

That what's left of my heart and soul, is bruised and shaken?

Shaken from the root, where I once stood tall,

How is possible to feel loved at all?

I once wore a crown, full of beautiful jewels,

They've been taken, one by one, until I've been left with not even one.