Eyes sore, stomach sealed,
Tears pouring out, engulfing my clothes
A tale is being told, one that no one should hear of,
One that shouldn't be said my me

Was I wrong or right about that?
It was for the future to decide,
It was for my hardwork to speak,
For my explanation to be less and the evidence seen, clearly

From day one, to each day
Each step, I expected so much
I worked for it, it was so promising,
Was so sure...