By the rivers of hurt,

it all came to an end.

We trudged through the mud,

pulled out our fallen friends.

O cruel fate

you planned this so well

caused my heart to swell

just so you could burst it

tell me to what end?

O Cruel fate,

you knew all along.

Planned my joy to turn to tears,

planned my hope be ripped to shreds

tell me to what end?

Share your wisdom with me

to help me make sense of this

you ripped my heart

you crushed my soul.

My tears do lack, and it’s not enough.

Tell me what else,

do you have in store?

Can I ever trust

you won’t f**k me again?