Roses are red

I found a man in our bed.
Than to discover this...
I'd rather be dead.

So hurt and confused
My heart has been abused.
Too beautiful our plans
To not be used.

How could you forget
And carry on with no regret?
You're a stranger now...
You sold your soul I bet.

Publicity, money, fame
Is this all just a game?
It was you who I loved ya know...
Not just a name.


Yes, I'm that bored. Hope you enjoyed the attempt at levity (at my expense) in the first 2 lines...FML.