Juliet's Other

I just met a girl that lit up my whole world...
for a minute I was happy, until the plan unfurled.
I whisked myself away, before I could get hurt,
happy in misery, a masochist in love with this girl...

Slowly but surely, my feeling is coming back,
because she was beautiful, but do I know her?
Does it matter? It matters to Zach...
From my experience, love always ends in pain.

Because if I met this girl again, I'd look her in the eyes and say
"Miss, you're incredibly beautiful, you're the sunshine in my day,
you're the twinkling stars at night, don't let him hurt you any more...
I would never hurt you, because I love you too much...

"You don't know me, I know, but my name is Chris,
and I can look into your eyes and see that something's amiss,
I'm sad that you're sad, your tears are my tears,
I want to help you." But love always has a hitch....

We go out and fall in love, we marry, we feed the dove,
we experience the sort of happiness blessed by the One above,
we raise a kid, and then another, we get a house,
and every night I tell her just exactly how much I love her.

I get her flowers every day, and chocolate every other,
I look in to her eyes, kiss her and hug her.
I get a job to support us, 6-10,
I do it for her, so she can be happy.

One day I come home and she's in bed with another,
I walk out of the house and lay down in the gutter.
I sleep in garbage, waste, and tears.

Life now has no meaning, no direction, no purpose,
I wander the roads, numb and smoking sadness.
I grab a shotgun, and take down a dove,
and eat it, because it's not good for anything else.