Tired am I, and why do I try?
The way you use, abuse, and lie
A life unlived - I give, and give
My heart you break - my soul you take
And here I peer upon your grave
A woman; a widow, alone, atone
In grief, relief, I’ll strive, revive
I’ll live; I’ll die, but here, no tear
And now I’ll vow, in time, sublime
Denial, I’ll smile, my soul is mine
Control define, my true design
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