Disappearing from my view she was gone in puffs of smoke Before all this started... that was something that I wrote Didn't realize at the time it was private prophecy about how thinking with emotions led to failure, flawlessly About love, fear and anger how I should have been a man and sucked it up, said what's right before this all began So now I feel that pain of loss That the spirits say is hell A season there is quite enough and I know that I'm not well And I'm sorry for all I've done especially the things I've said please forgive and pray for me so my soul is not mislead Once I thought my acts gave me power to settle the score... Now I'm just a bitter replica of what I was before.