She was through –
She was giving up.
It wasn’t because she was weak,
It was because she finally knows now
Of the limitations that she has
And the fragility of her heart.
She was convinced that love would end her,
That it’d render living meaningless
For she wanted so much to spend her life with her beloved
But who has she to call such –
She was unwanted.
She was giving up –
She was through;
Love wasn’t meant to be,
Love wasn’t hers to seek.