I used to know a beautiful woman,

Who made my day worth living.

She would always be here waiting,

And her love she would be giving.

I would tell my friends about her, 

Since she was very sweet. 

She seemed like the sort of woman 

My friends would love to meet.

But when I tried to get her out to dinner,

She decided not to stay here

So instead, I invited my friends over,

And then we could all cheer.

At first, when they came over I was confused, 

I showed her to them, and they seemed amused. 

They said that they so no woman there, 

And instead, they just saw air.

I assured them that she was there, 

But they just began to laugh. 

I looked back at her, and she looked at me, 

I said to her “I can see you full, not even just a half”.

They begun to laugh harder, and I still did wonder.

So I asked them, “What’s so funny?”

And they responded “Are you blind? There is no one there!”

Another one chimed in “Your too good, take my money!”

I still didn’t understand what they were talking about,

So they sat me down, appearing to be worried.

They thought that I was a schizophrenic,

And the hospital is where I should hurry.

I didn't understand there problem,

She was with me right here!

Where they joking with me? Were they serious?

But then their voice I begun to hear.

They told me “Imaginary friends are for children,

So go out there and get a real woman.

Trust me you’ll feel better that way,

If you want our help, we are here, man.”

I ordered them out of the house,

It was their time for them to leave.

They left slowly, still showing concern,

And upstairs I went to grieve.

The woman asked me “What’s wrong?

They were just being stupid.”

But it knew in my heart of hearts,

She is the one I should forbid.

She isn’t real, so leave her behind.

Even if she was helping my soul,

In our society that’s wrong,

Even if she does truly make you whole.

I took her downstairs with me,

And she sat on her chair,

I grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter,

And as I walked back over, my lungs were without air.

I used to know a beautiful woman,

She brightened up my life.

But now she is dead, there on the floor,

Her blood is on my knife.

Now I can be more like you,

And forget about true happiness.

Now instead, I can experience your tainted “Love”,

That’s why I am restless.

I was better off before,

having love I could adore.

But now that she is gone,

I can finally be like you: an Automaton.