Relapse

She senselessly pulls the strings
of a broken marionette.
Lullaby, oh lullaby, just take me
anywhere but here, I beg of you.

He slams the door to shed his tears.
No one really knows his name for sure.
Lullaby, oh lullaby, sing me something,
anything sad and alone.

You trim the vines to hide the fact
that you were merely
the thorn among the roses.
Lullaby, oh lullaby, wilt and wither;
return to the soil from whence you came.

I write the words to leave a memory
of the truth as it lays unmarred.
As ink spills onto the white of the paper,
pure melodies become tarnished.

Lullaby, oh lullaby, please forgive me.
I never really even tried.