He was delt the hand of fate
The fair maiden with a pretty face
Young and naive she listened to his words
Poisoned to the core
He left her crying on the floor
She couldn't see past the door
The big wide world had been taken from her reach
She became the trophy wife
Put on a pedestal for all to see
Not before the chores were done
Her love was never enough
Her love was too much
For a soul that's rotten to the core.