She was the fairest of them all she has no hate.
By fair, I meant she was the most compassionate.
She could have the richest of them all with just a smile.
Within days there were talks of walking the aisle.
She was over the moon with joy.
But I could see beyond the mask of this boy.
My mind keeps telling me he is not real.
I should mind my business I am like the third wheel.
The first month Ann is black and blue.
She masks her pains with her bags of hue.
I told her to leave while she still has teeth.
She said he would change but he can only do that six feet beneath.
So here is my song for Ann.
That is all I have left as a plan.