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?