I had cancer,
I was very ill.
And it's something I didn't understand.
I was a good woman, with a good heart,
That cancer tore me apart.
And there was nothing I can say or do.
My heart aches to see myself in such displace,
Yet, Quitely, I managed to put a smile on my face.
I was stronger than I could ever be,
Even when love is nowhere to be found,
I fought the fight, "almost" by myself.
I got well, but things will not be the same,
Who will love me till this is through?
Who should be blamed?
Who should be hated?