Who told you this is how it has to be?
This is where the story ends?
It’s just got to be this way?
This is practical and so it’s the right thing?
Who told you all good things must come to an end?
A life without love is ok?
Dissatisfaction is a daily requirement?
Pray my sweet. Who told you?
Always remember this. My child, my friend, my sister, my lover, my world.
Your story is written by you.