"Hush little baby don't say a word, mommas gonna buy you a mockingbird, and if that mockingbird won't sing, mommas gonna buy you a....."
Nothing.
Nothing.
She's gone.
In this game I'm only a pawn,
A motherless piece,
In this world where the pain will never cease,
Born so strong,
Where did I fall, what did I do wrong?
My constant question,
And oh, did I forget to mention,
That I'm a failure,
I'm always unsure,
Of what is yet to come,
I damn well can't go back to where I'm from,
It's me they shun,
Because I ran off with their son,
The motherless player,
Who dragged their precious son into my evil lair,
He didn't stay,
It didn't matter what I tried to say,
He left for home,
Leaving me alone,
With only my broken heart for company,
Trying to live with simplicity,
Day in, day out,
My silence louder than a shout,
It's cold outside,
And the pain washes over me like the moon pulls the tide,
I sink in the memories and strum his guitar,
My pain blocking out everything like tar,
The pain is like a burn,
To keep me feeling it longer it yearns,
To quell it is to use the icyness of a blade,
Numb, into this deep dark sleep I can fade,
But with death I make a deal,
I deserve every hurt I feel,
But I listen to those voices,
Oh those soft melodious voices,
Quick to snap in anger,
Who lead me on the path of danger,
They taught me how to tie this noose,
Tie it tight, not loose,
For if you wish to end it all,
You must stand at the top and fall,
So I drop,
Knowing the memories will stop,
All my life has been a fight,
And I know this is the one thing I've done right,
I mean, who wants a pawn?
NO ONE, they just want her gone.
