Prodigious skill at breaking hearts,
The type of pain that's off the charts...
Leaves lovers weak and oh so frail,
The type of pain that's off the scale...

Abandoning focus, my visions blurry,
They see me hurting but there's no hurry...
Fly, to an empty sky I say a prayer,
Please tell me Lord, are you really there...

Unfortunately, I'm guilty and alone,
Reaching out cause I'm coming home...
Seeing visions of me gone, no one cares,
Closed casket at my funeral, no ones there...

I wonder when will I be free from this,
People don't like me and they wont miss...
My eyes are heavy as I forget the past,
Insisting that I go as I take my last...

~ Mario Curtis, M.