It wasn’t her fault but only my own,
I kept thinking there were so many things wrong,
I was high and low pondering her indecent woes,

There was one after another all surmising the same kind of way,
It finally made sense I was the key to loves destitute shade,
It’s a year later and things seem to be a lot clearer,

I’m weary of why I made her run so far away,
She might as well went astray to the furthest reaches of Gods say,
She slept and prayed trying to find the best night to feed her broken days,

I can only tell you I miss where we used to lay,
Not even the world could crush our pact of being this way,
But Alas I have to let you free to be who you are,
And the life you wish to proceed without me.