So wherein does that leave I
I came to beg a differ.
She let free a woeful sigh
And once again I whiffer.

Relegated I'd say I am
To a lonesome sort of state
I'd like to say I don't give a ****
But for I tis too late

I curse thee love regretfully
For my choices are but few.
I place this curse respectfully
That you may never get what's due.

If I go forth into the night
To mourn the unrequited
To pull the hang mans work too tight
While my sins go unrepentant.

Than so too shall thee suffer
Tis my plight you must share
Let us hope that you are tougher
And find someone to care

The moon she wanders over head.
For she cares not of our pains.
She lights the way for the dead.
A song of rattling chains

The hangman he is voiceless
And your tears quenches he
A life to him is choice less
For he will not suffer me

Pull the lever you ****** fool
Says I to my hooded reaper
Your job I say has one rule
Of lives you are no keeper

The hangman he then nodded
And then removed his shroud
Anguish to my heart is prodded
The silence was too loud

For there she stood at the lever
The maiden who wrought my fate
She smiled at me something clever
My curse was to come too late

She looked at I and blew a kiss
And I could not in kind
She then giggled and said "curse this"
And my life was null and blind