THE BLOOMING GLOOM
I believed that you would never leave me
When my need for you is so dire
I trusted you wouldn't change
When my life was Black with ire
But,
Maybe someway or another I was wrong.
I thought you would love me
Through whatever transpires
I hoped you wouldn't leave me even when all that's good expires
Turns out
Maybe just
maybe someway or another I was wrong.
But I'm never wrong how did I fail so terribly this time why why why
But I will not despair
Maybe it's not too late to repair.
