I want to hold you, kiss you, love you tonight.
I want to tell candy-coated puppy-dog stories tonight.
The picture that I paint is one of you, me,
Drinks, and endless sweat complete with a night's sleep.
Tonight, I saw you with him, yes, the man with the cash.
Holding hands, pecks on the lips and the lap dance.
Yes, I saw you tonight, you were holding her hand,
Under the table at Sunsets along Sunset Road in Ocean.
Tonight, I saw you strolling along the Atlantic,
Laughing and smiling with the boy with the can of pop.
I followed along the same weathered path you took,
Looking for clues to undo the hurt that I feel.
Tonight, I don't want to love, dance, or even cry.
Tonight, I glance out over the jetty, contemplating
The life that has just been ripped apart by the lies you tell.
Whenever I was alone with you, I was born again, young again.
Now, sitting here, I wonder what has become of you.
Tonight, a man is broken, beaten, and out of choices.
Tonight, you laugh, sip wine, and mingle with the crowd.
Tonight, life taught a lesson to a man without joy.
Tonight, a man with a heart made the jump into another life...
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