What road did i turn down that lead to this?
i wonder what had truly happened
the years that past, that left us behind
if i had the hands of time i would rewind
i cant change who you are
i cant erase all those scars
but did you have to mark me to?
the past of pasts it runs through and through
to break the cycle, break who you are
before your sense have ran to far
there worn out and stretched thin
so where do we truly begin?
they say to help, help yourself
you dont want it, u like the hand thats dealt
one mans pain is another mans pleasure
you hold it close like its your golden treasure
i cant hate you, no matter how hard i try
but to be hated by you makes me want to die
unconditional love what happened to that?
i feel like im the fly in your spiders trap
years have past since we last met
but i still feel the sting, i taste the regret
You are beautiful, Thank you for existing and making this place/home/world worthwhile