A girl took me to see
Iron Maiden once.
She broke my shackles,
caked with rust.
She stitched my wounds and healed
my heart, held me close and
taught me not to fear the dark.
She kept me safe under her wing,
made me feel and let me sing.
She helped me through the dark of
night, till I was strong enough
to face the light.
She was my heart, and she was mine,
than I thought for now and all time.

But she fed me lies and made
me hate. Into my heart she drove a
stake. Then she left me
in the dark to die, with a
broken will and tear filled eye.
How can I hold my head up high?
Live without her? I'd rather die!
But then I think 'How much worse can it
get?' I wish I could just *******
forget and live my life with out
                       Regret.