She knew he was dying, but she left anyway. Promised me she’d wait until he was gone and then turned around and had me served with papers. Of course she had also promised God for better or for worse but that certainly hadn’t deterred her in any of her other divorces, so I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised. I just assumed that since we had made it this far, we would ride it out in relative peace and harmony. In retrospect, I have to admit that the whole thing was probably a sham from beginning to end. And in the end, she still didn’t know what love was all about - she apparently preferred cash - but I had spent half my life in the hope I could change her, in the hope I could heal those wounds of her daddy walking out when she was only three. Obviously I had failed, but I truly thought she respected him enough not to add to the misery on his deathbed. In the end I suppose it was jealousy as much as anything, jealousy because of my devotion to him. But she really should have waited like I had asked her, and like she had promised.
The
queen of diamonds let you down
She
was just an empty fable
The
queen of hearts, you say you never met
Your
twisted fate has found you out
And
it’s finally turned the table
Stole your dreams and paid you with regret,
Desperado
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