I never did understand people
Never could, and probably never would
He says sorry for an excuse
As if I had the power to change his mistakes
Yet how could I?
He was the one who faked his own death
And on top of that expected me to know he was still here watching me
But in a weird way, I felt him close
Until a year and a half ago he marked another by mistake
Thus led to not only another excuse but another blame
A broken heart and pain that flowed day after day
Has left my heart to sink at bay with my soul
I had to live through pain alone, and the 4 months of cancer that came with it
I thank thee my soul was sold centuries ago or I would be ‘round
But what he doesn’t know is that the original curse has been lifted
She and he move on to another life
While I am left to my last, gone with no after life
Nada, im here to live, prophesied, and die.
If only the pain was the end of it, unfortunately,
My story has other plans, so I think I should start from the beginnings of my end.
