Why wouldn’t you let me go?
All I desire is to be rid of you.
You are a pestilence I have endured for so long, draining away my life force.
I often ask myself what I have ever gained from you since I met you.
Unrelenting you’ve been with your painful stings,
Unyielding you’ve been in loosening your woeful strings.
A thorn in my side,
A blemish on my skin.
Cursed to have crossed paths with you,
Cursed to have ever met you,
These are words I so desire to say, but I can’t.
Cos without these horrors of yours, I would never have beheld this glimmer, shimmering in my almost bleak existence.
Would you please let me go…
Would you please let me go…
So I can be free from you.
Emmalase.
Emmalase