Always the lover, never once loved

Dark eyes opened again to see ashes

From the fire that the night before they started

With intoxicating seduction, wine, and loneliness

To compensate for their withered soul's emptiness

She took her dress and put it on again

Without saying a word, the memory walked away

What could lust say to a complete stranger?

For forging feelings for the heart meant danger

He was another number to mark the whore

She was another empty bottle on his floor

The fire only left ashes and nothing more

No spark between would ignite it nevermore

Empty as the bottle they shared that night

The woman and the man carried on with life

Brokenhearted but their bodies were alive

As long as the wine and pleasure pumped inside

Back in the bar they sat next to each other

But they were strangers since they didn't bother

To say hello and revive the memories of desire

For nothing was worth keeping inside their mind

"What does it matter to know his name?"

"Why would I bother to remember her face?"

They two of them, both marked with the same fate

"Always the lover, but never once loved" they said