Lust to Pain

She is a great person,
but with not so good goals.
I wish I could help her,
but failure finds me.
Love turns to lust,
Alcohol turns to pain.
She wanted more,
and more is what she got.
I wish she could go back,
but whats done is done.
Pain is what is left,
no more good girl,
just pain.

She only ever loved him,
he only ever loved someone else.
Her cousin only ever loved her,
but she refused to love him.
He watched her drink,
and waited patiently.
All at once she became tired,
and he became hopeful.
He showed her the room,
and watched her go deep,
deep into a blackout.
He watched her closely,
then made up his mind.
To alone to sing along,
he doesnt feel her sorrow.

Here she is,
after lusting so hard.
She has another being,
only not with the one she loved.
She is forever doomed,
as an outcast of pain.
Why is she you ask,
because all roses must die,
only some sooner than others.
No one can tell you who you are,
You make your own legacy,
and you are who you are.
Though she has changed,
I still love her,
and love her forever.

Love turns to lust,
alcohol turns to pain.
She wanted more,
more is what she got.
She is deeply sorrowful now,
but who wouldn't be.
She just wishes it were someone else,
to carry the blame for her.
The one she loved is gone,
the one who hurt her remains.
Pain is sorrow,
sorrow is pain.
Her sorrow is now mine,
and my sorrow is hers.