Marc Almond

She was always alone
Kept herself under lock and key
Just her sorrows for all to see
She would break up and cry for me
Throw her away
Blow the ash from the ashtray
Leave her alone to play
Leave her alone to pray
And now you wonder why
I put out the flame to die
I'll hold on to my mystery
Secrets that make up me
In what's real and fantasy
Tenderness is a weakness
It tears down your fortresses
Makes you easy access
Tenderness is a weakness
It makes you so vulnerable
He was always alone
Told me he liked it best that way
Just a victim of circumstance
Just a loser who'd lost his chance
Truth, love and lies
They were all and the same to him
But he'd never given in