I thought you loved me
and that I was your key.
In this broken world, I hoped I'd keep you safe.
From the horrors in the darkness. It was fate.
I was your Queen and you were my King.
You proposed one night with a diamond ring.
Our wedding was small, and quaint.
But I was the happiest I could be,
Then on September 1st you told me it couldn't be.
I cried, and cried until there was no more.
You scolded me and I didn't want to live anymore.
Four years and three thousand miles gone in an instant.
I hope she makes you happy and I'll keep my distance.
I'm sorry I get sad.
I'm sorry I was wrong.
I wish I was strong.