There's been a death, and I can feel it.
The death of the love you promised me.
You promised to love in sickness and health,
But I can tell in your eyes you despise me.
What did I do, where did I go wrong?
When did I become not enough for you?
You chose pretend women and imaginary worlds
You chose literally anything but me.
My tears mean nothing when I plead with you.
And now like an enemy you attack me.
You once promised to always protect,
But now you're the greatest danger to me.
So don't you see that's why I must leave.
The man you were is dead.
I am a widow, and I'm mourning the death
Of the man who used to love me.
Jun 21, 2024
Jun 21, 2024 at 11:47 AM UTC
There's been a death, and I can feel it.
The death of the love you promised me.
You promised to love in sickness and health,
But I can tell in your eyes you despise me.
What did I do, where did I go wrong?
When did I become not enough for you?
You chose pretend women and imaginary worlds
You chose literally anything but me.
My tears mean nothing when I plead with you.
And now like an enemy you attack me.
You once promised to always protect,
But now you're the greatest danger to me.
So don't you see that's why I must leave.
The man you were is dead.
I am a widow, and I'm mourning the death
Of the man who used to love me.
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