The bridge has been burnt
Between you and I.
You took his heart.
You crushed it in your hand.
You killed him.
Because of you my true love is dead.
You may be my mother,
and I love you still.
But how can I forgive you?
You took away my happiness,
despite my desperate pleas.
And because of you, I will be alone.
Of course, you wouldn't have known had you not been told.
If she had kept her mouth shut, I would have been gone.
But it's to late for that.
The bridge has been burnt.
You have turned me against you,
and I may love you still.
But my heart belong's to Daniel,
most certainly, not, you.