never ever

 to be the one that has to choose
must be so terrible
to be the one who has to lose
the very most inevitable

three weeks here have i been
growing deep inside
never heard or seen
wish i could run and hide

no chance for me to see the day
your mind already made
never once will i pray
into nothingness i'll fade

you chose my future and my past
for me there is no tale
i hope the memory of me will last
now forgive me as i turn pale

pehaps my memory in some form
is my chance to live
from your whomb i am now torn
mom,....you i forgive