Lady in Black: Heroin

The lady in black, you keep on coming back
You keep running through his veins
Like you got it like that
How many lives
How many wives
Do you keep destroying with all your lies?
He loved me
But he loved you more
He needed me
But needed you more
I don't understand what or even why
All I have left are the tears that I cry
Nothing left here for you anymore
He chose you
You whore
You won, so why do you keep knocking at my door?
From a widow--a wife no more

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