They're waiting for their next loved one, coming through the door.

They welcome it with tearful eyes, and love is born once more.

One holds on and one lets go, cause no love is given back.

The old one who is left behind can't give the new one slack.

And although the new one is as lovely as a doll,

The old one will not hear it, through the mourning hall.

And all through the young one's life was shrouded by despair.

And all because the elder one needed revenge beyond compare.