She has no harm left to bring,
and no one to sing,
of the joy she brought them,
she was a master,
of extraordinary disaster,
and unfortunately she will never be forgotten.
She shattered me,
battered me,
spat on me,
tore my mind asunder,
And even though she's gone,
she's still won,
for there is no joy left for me wonder,
there are no smiles,
for every memory is vile,
giving my heart to her will be my eternal blunder