The stabbing pain jerks my stomach.
As my eyes close, you appear.
So beautiful, joyful, emanating life.
Are you really the one who made me this way?
It can't be. She's far too precious, too innocent.
As I force my eyes open the reality sets in.
You can have her, but you wouldn't dare.
You know what will happen.
This always happens to you.
You're better off alone.
I just tell myself,
I'm better off alone.