Like mother like daughter they always say,
But is it possible there could be another way?
A mother's sins past down to her child,
The two of them both free and wild.
For what she did her daughter must pay the price.
It's more than fate, destiny, or a roll of the dice.
The way it is, the way it will will always be,
But maybe quite possibly it could end with me.
The love filled with the curse,
Not completely sure what could be worse.
Always out of reach, just out of hand,
To both of us the perfect man.
But she cheated, and he put out the hit
The family secret no one knows the final bit.
Pushed away in hushs and whispers,
Nothing he could do except kiss her.
The relationship can't break, be fixed, or bend
So here is where the story must end.