This tragic tale is one to rival
Those from Shakespeare himself
For you've cut my heart to pieces
You killed me all by yourself
From down to up and down again
You never fail to disappoint me
I don't think we'll make it back now
You're out, you've reached strike three
Still reminiscent of sorrows you inflicted
I simply never could have guessed
There was more to come, and by far worse
Oh yes, this cut is deeper than the rest
You could have shouted that you hated me
You could have spit your acid in my face
And still have caused me less anguish
Than saying those words I can't erase
How dare you speak such evil curses
And make hateful accusations of blame
As much as I will try to change my heart
I fear I will never look on you without shame
I pray that God will give me the power
To forgive your wicked ways once more
And that someday you might see Him
So you'll never want to hurt me anymore
