You'll never be the same,
never the woman once glad.
All we had was but a game,
to pursue the happiness we never had.

I was the bane of your life,
the beatings of your soul.
Leave me be to strife,
and find refuge in what is yet whole

I can't be in your heart,
not today, not tomorrow.
I will never have my part,
but in the barren of my sorrow