The day she realizes you were the one,
You shouldn't be there.
You shouldn't be
You shall be gone in the wind.
You shall touch the sun, for it will caress you and eat you write there
It will not mold your soul into a hideous one
The way she did.
The way she forged you to be a frivolous man
And she still walks as a cynical
All your love was compassion, content and rhythm
All that left is a faded spectrum of a prism.
The day she realizes you were the one.
You shouldn't be there.
You shouldn't be.
Let her sink, drown in the melancholy you suffered
Let the agony engulf her
And let her realize what she committed was  more than a carnage or a crime.
To experience the pain you felt
day to day through her lifetime.