I don't know why I am doing this but here I am,
Even though this always ends in tears.
So I guess now I break the dam,
And make liars of those who say I am wise beyond my years.
I'd sell my soul to free you of that sorrow,
Even though you probably curse my name.
All the time we ever shared was borrowed,
And the interest was paid in pain.
Why is it I felt so hollow,
When I said God will forgive me my sins.
Haven't I paid my penance for breaking their tomorrow,
or is it just that this is the fate of He Who Wins.
So I compound this folly,
And swear not to lie.
All I wish to fix this melancholy,
Is to see your reply.