My life is about to change

Why, then, is my soul black

My love went and turned away

So why then can't I take him back

What is the crime of chasing the stars

Why does he treat life like behind bars

Yet he talks of life by lakes and fancy cars

I told him straight and my heart is scarred

I don't know if money will change his ways

I don't know if I will survive the next days

I'm hanging by a thread already

These final hours I am dreading

It's the final spell

It's the lowered quell

Do I pass this test this time?

How can I make up my crime?

To break his heart in two

With silence we were through

I will never forget the poems I wrote

I will always hold his name in my throat

Now y'all know the story of

An angel fallen, trying to rise above

I cannot begin to make up signs

The words now have glass in the lines

Now my songs are splintered shrines

Now my songs scream out my crimes

Of how I sold my soul without wines

I hope that I will make it through these times

Pass the while, cry, live, and as he dines

I will try to work to find the pleading kinds

That want this world to have a better life