The last blood test was fairly grim,
now my chances are fairly slim.
Dodged one bullet, maybe two,
now I think it’s up to you.

Up to you to continue this page,
please forget my awful rage.
My rage of love that I had for you,
my rage of love that was so true.

My rage of love that shall not die,
my rage of love that made me cry.
My rage of love that looks around,
my rage of love that knew no bounds.

Within this citadel of pain,
one can die without the shame.
The shame of knowing and this is true,
the one who died was the one for you.

Left alone in this world of lies,
left alone, alone to cry.
Crying over what should have been,
crying over your love unseen.

Unseen by me as you played around,
the cost of which shall bring you down.
As to the dark grave I go,
I only thought you ought to know.