Life use to be such a perfect thing,
Everyday I'd arise with joy in my heart.
Those days are now a thing of the past, it stings,
To think that it was all a facade when you said that we'd never part.
This black hole consumes me,
It's a never ending abyss of destruction.
All this is getting too unbearable and I'm getting weary,
At times like these I really wish I was a woman of action...

