Something Happened

I used to be such a sentimental man

So very sentimental

So vulnerable and easily touched

Hanging on way too much,

Then the nightmares of the world set in

The fool I was waiting for it all to begin

Foolishly I played a game not seeing the sin

All night long wondering where you’d been,

Then something happened to me

Now I can never be free,

To be that sentimental again

Like an old egg laying hen

Of no use now only then

Remembering way back when,

So easily touched by feelings of love

Delusions and the stuff dreams are made of

It was all the perfect set up

She poured me the Hemlock from a cup,

Awakening it seems from the dead

Realizing all the lies that I’d been fed

What I thought was true blue was really red

The only love really shared was in my head,

Something had happened to me

Now I can never be free,

Now there’s a shadow in the mirror

It doesn’t even look familiar

As if carved from a tomb of stone

This is the price of being alone,

When nightmares of the world intervene

Upon your perfect little dream

The dream that you thought was love

No more than a vapor of mist from above.