A hex, A spell of dark magic In witches cauldron to stir Not for death But rather to suffer well In this life not the afterlife For crimes against my broken heart that brought me to this place I wish 7 decades of bad luck you trace the cracks in every mirror my heart was shattered into And yet i love you so And if you said i've made a grave mistake A feast for you I'd make In fact i'd even bake you a cake