Like Molten Lead

My bed is dead
But not her memory in my head
Nor the tears I've shed
Coming down from the heavens like molten lead,

What I'm thinking of
Is a purple velvet glove
Oh my Lord above
Pain shouldn't be what love is made of,

Oh my unfaithful Dear
You did so much to make it clear
Time to burn that bridge without any fear
Just as you moved on without shedding a tear,

Now I'm lost in time
Fate turned on me on a dime
Yet I linger like a ghost at the scene of a crime
The taste of a tear as bitter as the lime,

When did you ever really care?
Felt like I was never really there
Sometimes I just allow a hollow stare
Seems there's nothing left to be shared,

Just a fool on the isle
I'm forever languishing in exile
Ruminating was just not your style
Marching to my death in single file.