As if our story was written by Shaspeare,
I fear
The happy ending will be our death.
From the start our love was cursed,
with hurt
That I bought on to us my self.
Your pregnancy, his death, I watched, I weeped
then I wiped away the tears.
I wiped away the fears, imagined they were never there.
We watched our dreams of education flicker, like dying flames
I squandered money, and time, and you never blamed.
Never left me or even complained.
And now there is a sickness, we can never get rid of
And you look at me for support and love.
When the truth is that I've given up.
Broken and weak it's hard to fall asleep
In silence, I pray and cry
Unanswered, I wish to die
I think "if I could turn back time"
Listening to love songs I press rewind
Reminensing over all the good and bad times
The only thought that comes to mind
I love you and wish you were never mine