You sent him away
**** to it all
I sit here lonely and miserable
What do you wish to prove?

You say that our love is false
That he is confused
It is not for you to decide
How a boy is destined to live

You have no moral compass
Sitting on a throne of lies
Calling me the wronged one
While he sits and cries
And my hope for love dies

I am a crippled bird
That got stomped away
By a bitter ******* woman
With nothing but a false hope

Tonight, I will hold three funerals
One, for my love
One, for our love
And one, for love itself

He wants a different life.