(written by J.Casters, also written by Johan Casters)
When you guess she has to know for sure.
You're her pain and she is your cure.
Don't stare at her with your begging eyes.
Crawling to her like little flies.
Another dull night is coming in sight.
Her curtains dancing on the neon lights.
She'll be looking at you trying to detect,
All the little things your wife neglects.
No she won't talk anymore.
You've paid the price and here's the score.
Now you just take the shortest way home,
leaving her and her doubts alone.
She doesn't want to go downstairs again,
waiting for another stranger to pay a game.
Thoughts start mingling in her head,
Isn't there a life outside this messy bed.