Sitting in the courtroom, with my head in my knees
I cry quietly in desperation of the pains I may yet feel.
I tried my best to help her, but all she did was take
and now she'll take the only thing I have left.
I used to be a man of integrity and honour,
till I met her.
People used to call my name out and greet me
till I met her.
My name used to be a word of satisfaction
till I met her.
Now people and me just meet with antipathy.
And now I am in the clouds, away from the troubles
and resting my aching soul from my material life.
I had never met her, but if I did
then she would have slowed down a little
and stopped my decrepit fate.
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