Spanish Guitar

Wanted him to hold me
So I ployed my way into an embrace even if it was 
A chokehold
Wanted him to love me
So I let him slip inside to enjoy the ride
Wanted his praise 
So I made him say my name 
Over and over
I always thought i had gotten 
What I wanted 
I still think I got what I deserved
And now when I think of him
I hate roses
And the beauty of the Spanish guitar 
He never held me like
Or stroked me
Never whispered sweet nothins
Never loved me
Never lived inside me
We Never let each other be
We were too busy trying
To get what we could from the alliance
Now there are no words 
Only the faint chords of 
A spanish guitar
That won't remind him of me