Dear Alistair,

I am your maid

You are my master

And you've proven that

Our love is a disaster

Oh, I wished you would've

Explain the "situation" to me

So I could know that

From our love

You didn't flee.

I've made my decision

This child I will keep

I'll love it like no other

I'll be a damn good mother

With or without you

I will go on

You cast your thunder clouds

Don't get mad at the storm.