When I gave myself to you,
You promised that you were true,
But now that you've left me
I wonder now, how it could be?
What should I call this new found addiction?
Evil, Sinful, Exciting?
Oh what strange, wry contradiction...
You need time to clean out your attic
But freedom, love, cannot come without cost.
So here I am- Psychosomatic,
Yes dear, my appetite is lost.