A born failure, borne with debt and duty,
When it came to be, it was a she,
And people say, she was too early.
All her life people said – suffer for your greed
They called her vain, loud, eyesoreShe met too many who wanted much more
Before she could own, they walked out the door
Each time she wept, "You are the last" – she swore.
“No one else shall game me again”
Poor, so blinded with pain
She couldn’t figure if they were a lot,
Or just one heartless, one ruthless soul
That had rooted deep in her heart
And when he left, he tore her apart.
Silence, is all she has now – to sympathize, to mock
For nothing anyone says can rewind the clock
She is holding on, trying to stay afloat
Or she would had traded her soul long ago
Long ago to the king of death and fire
In return of days of a gone year, a wasteful year.
She couldn’t, sworn to the afterlife
Waiting for end to consume her pride
The day she will be finally crowned
She will look back, still love to the last
Bury all deep within, expel tears to past.
