You were mysterious, full of pain
and my heart's desire was to take it away.
To your core I cut, and when I got there,
your sorrow and suffering I did share.
You didn't care if you lived or died.
With the tree I sat, together we cried.
You didn't know I love you until death.
From now, I promise, until my last breath.
But you made me fall, and on the floor,
I was also cursed to rot to the core.
And then, worst of all, you didn't care
when all along it was your burden I bare.
I thought I was your cure, but you're my disease.
Silly, naive me, always trying to please.
I was a fool and bit into your bait,
so maybe I do deserve my fate.
The poison has seeped down to my core
and soon I will die, of that I am sure.
But the part that gets me every time,
is that yours is the last name on my mind.
