Julia.
One word, two syllables.
A common name, a random woman.
For everyone else, she looked normal,
But for me, she was trouble.
I simply could not forget her,
She came back to me every night,
Her old fragrance had me charmed,
And her bright look blinded my sight.
When you fell without a reason,
You ripped my soul out of my chest,
It was more than hate or treason,
All he deserves is a slow death.
And now, you're far away,
I can't reach you anymore.
I wish I could kneel down and pray,
But I've forgotten God long ago.
Dying again won't be so bad,
But I'll take him down with me.
And wherever you are, don't be sad,
Just look down and smile for me.