That I saw the end coming
Was nothing more than a curse
I was helpless to to fix it all
Unable to make meaningful change
You opened dark, wanton doors
You knew you couldn't close
Picking instruments of torture
From the bodies you didn't resist

My objections were met with cruelty
You brought forth sick resolution
Consequences that needed no bearing
The only choice given to me to make
Was which poison I would swallow
With but a smile and tranquil eyes
It's true, I am the one who left you
But you are the one who left scars