Second curse.
What life?
It's been years on the mend and nothing is alright.
There's nowhere to go and I'm fading into the plot.
This is more than a broken home, and nothing will make me sleep soundly at night.
So did the countless years suffering mean nothing?
You all put people through so much hell, trust me I was never bluffing.
There's nowhere to go and no hope for a better ending.
The corruption is a curse, there will never be any mending or any happy ending.
So while I wander through the torment, I'll hope things get better or at least lie dormant.
But there's little hope in this petty hand.
I'm standing alone because I'm sick of these plans.