No rest for my soul,

            Though it is quite weary;

After what I have seen,

            Through tear drops all bleary

He broke my poor heart,

            And gave it back mangled;

He twisted my love for him,

            With knots and with tangles

He kissed me then killed me,

            By saying “I love you”;

Then called it a mistake,

            Said nothing would come through

He sees not my pain,

            My misery or grief;

Yet away with my heart,

            He snuck like a thief

But one day we’ll be happy,

            For that day he will see;

That he found his perfect match,

            That he mistakenly found me