Love is a light so bright, it blinds.
Mourning is a shadow so dark, people who wander into its despair get lost an never find their way out.

Where is my light to guide me back into the light?
Left in the mourning shadow when that plant appeared.

Now HE is HERS!
But the weed is my friend, so I should be happy...

Yeah RIGHT!
Instead, I was jealous.
I started to HATE her!

She had the one thing I needed,
And the one thing I couldn't have.

It was so easy for her to take his heart,
It almost made me cry.
I had known him for years, and then THAT just walks up and steals his heart...

But now I'm stuck in a void between heaven and hell,
Tortured by my mere existence.

The fabric of time and space was ripped apart by me.
But I still was forsaken,
I still was heartless,
And I still hated that weed.

They say that people will do anything for love:
And I went insane for it.
I wanted HIS love.

He wouldn't love me the way that I wanted him to.
He loved me as a sister,
I wanted him as a love.

Living is horrible,
Life is unfair,
And Love is the sickest kind of torture that ever existed.

And now I'm moving deeper into the shadows of dispair,
Finally settling down because I KNEW that this was where I belonged.