Betrayal

Guess you enjoy picking the scabs off old wounds so callously

Just when I though we had a chance to repair the damage that she did to us, you have made me a fool of love again

Why did you come back to me after all these weeks, while I languish in your waiting room for one last chance?

So like a starving cur I thought myself gushing at the chance to win your favor again

Why did you seduce me? Did you feel sorry for me out of pity?

Did you feel were giving to some kind of fuzzy feel good sexual charity, to help out a poor fool in a troubled marriage?

Now you will be the one in my waiting room