Tied down by your incurable disease,
I can't move on and go along as I please.
Like a dead weight to my feet,
a prisoner to your misdeeds.

Ill fated, unwanted, much too complicated.
My mistake to know you,
a mis-step to no return.

My misfortune, my regret,
but no way to trace back the steps.

Under no circumstance would I want you back,
with your misdeeds and god forbidden acts.
It takes one to forgive and then forget,
but with this in me, I'm just full of regrets.

I miss the life I had. Without regret, without this bad fact.

No man would want a girl with this condition,
like a pariah, condemned.

Forsaken, diseased, untouchable.

Better off dead than a burden unto myself and the world.
That is the only way out.