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She left another man today,
He was one of the good ones,
So she burned his name.
The end always ended up the same,
It always left her feeling cold.

She went to the bathroom in the back of the bar
To touch up her make up
In the smoke blackened mirror.
The bulbs flickered like strobe lights.
Flicker - Flicker
Green and yellow,
Lights were flashing,
Yellow and green.
The off-putting, disconcerting,
Nauseating color green
Of pea soup watered down thin
Was on the walls splashing.
The yellows cast from the lights
Seemed to stain her skin.
They seemed to show her as she was,
And not as she appeared to be.
She looked decades older,
Worn,
Cheeks sunken in,
Dead eyes wrinkled, circled,
Darkened
By apathy.
And the green and yellow lights
Seemed to show her as she was.
There was a monster in the mirror.
The dark bathroom mirror in that dirty bar
Was her Picture of Dorian Gray.
She saw clearly in it her disease, and it was fatal and cold.

She said to her brokenhearted reflection,
"Someone always leaves eventually,
And if someone has to do the leavin'
It might as well be me.
This thing called Love is just a game,
But I have the better strategy.
Maybe it's not fair,
The way I play the game,
But someone has to leave first.
I'd rather it be me.
I have to hurt them first
Before they can hurt me.
Someone gets hurt first,
And someone gets hurt worse,
But I swear to god it won't happen to me.
All is fair in Love and War.
Maybe Love is just a game,
But I can't afford not to win,
So my means justify the ends.
There is nothing I won't do to win."
Then, with a shudder
She shook her head and she wondered
When it was that she turned so cold.

She went back to her seat at the bar
To attain the remedy
For her melancholy.
Her friends were all there,
They never let her down.
She felt warmer
When she saw that Royal Crown.
Waiting for her was loyal Jack,
The best of them,
He never turned his back,
And she wept for joy to see him.
Her friends never left her,
Like Love on the rocks, just to end up cold.

She drowned herself in alcohol and tears,
Her conscience was quieter inebriated.
It forgot about the bygone years,
Drunk from a glass chilled with tears.
Life went down smoother intoxicated,
And easier passed out cold.