I was hurt once
I was hurt twice
I was hurt a third
There cant be a forth if i am not alive
For in my death shall bring release
From all things cruel in this world
But i think again to myself
If in life i am not happy
how shall i be happy in death
For love shall haunt me everywhere
and when i thought i escaped it
It shall return when i least expect it
and when it returns i will love it
then it will turn to hate once more for i am cursed
cursed to live this life with
No one
No love
No faith
No identity
No release
And when i am on my death bed
With no one by my side
I will think to myself how i should of lived life
what could of been
what should of been
and what was.
