I have always been a sore loser,
Did you expect me to make this easy?
I’ll fight you tooth and nail,
All this just for our sake,
Feel free to call me a witch,
I’ll happily burn at the stake.
I have never been graceful,
Did you expect any grace from me?
The stones I throw at you now,
Are the ones we gathered together.
I leave flowers at the grave of your promises,
Promises of forever and ever.
But you have always been quiet,
Why did I think you’d be brave enough to fight?
I wasn’t as smart as you thought I was.
How could you let go of me so easily?
And I kept asking you to be the hero,
Till there was nothing left of me to save,
And you never even visit my grave.