Ghosts on the Lawn

What am I going to do with my life?
Questions that cut just like a knife
Baby you caused all this strife
What am I going to do with my life?

You were just a little slow and too high
Thought you were just a bit shy
Then I found out just how you could lie
As usual, no one upon whom I can rely,

There's one talent that you are the best
That's ripping a man's heart out've his chest
And I wonder why life has lost it's zest
Should I continue my useless quest?

They say move on and forgive
Let those with broken lives live
Though they wouldn't do the same for you
Like being impaled by a golden screw,

Swaying from dark nights to empty days
Feeling like I'm in this foggy haze
Hey, it's just the infidelity craze
Your lost in an endless carnal maze,

Neurotically recalling all the years
Sharing your laughter and tears
You always spoke of all your fears
Cutting the love apart with a pair of shears,

What am I going to do with my life?
Questions that cut just like a knife
Baby you caused all this strife
What am I going to do with my life?

Lord, maybe I just don't measure up
In this world that's become so corrupt
Maybe I should have gotten a pre-nupt
Perhaps waiting for divinity to interrupt,

A personal tragedy that happens everyday
It's just human nature's way
It's just that all lovers are destined to pay
Society always excuses those who stray,

When darkness becomes your only dawn
Still you endure and move on
There are ghosts out on my lawn
I can see them though the curtains are drawn!