• The arrow is drawn,
    I thought Cupid was fake,
    He let's go,
    With my life at stake.
    If he doesn't pierce my
    Dear little heart,
    I'll have to give up,
    I'll have to restart.
    I don't want to lose this,
    I don't want to die,
    But Cupid is heartless,
    And didn't really try.
    He missed.
    I fell down flat.
    The one I was meant for
    Chose her instead.
    He walked away.
    I shed no tears,
    Too wrapped up in the pain,
    Of Cupid's missed pierce.
    And I couldn't get up,
    My lungs running out of breath,
    Unable to pump air,
    I die a cruel death.