Bitter Replica

Disappearing from my view
she was gone in puffs of smoke
Before all this started...
that was something that I wrote
Didn't realize at the time
it was private prophecy
about how thinking with emotions
led to failure, flawlessly
About love, fear and anger
how I should have been a man
and sucked it up, said what's right
before this all began
So now I feel that pain of loss
That the spirits say is hell
A season there is quite enough
and I know that I'm not well
And I'm sorry for all I've done
especially the things I've said
please forgive and pray for me
so my soul is not mislead
Once I thought my acts
gave me power to settle the score...
Now I'm just a bitter replica
of what I was before.