6 years of begging and pleading for something that was never there.
6 years of hoping to move the unmovable, and change the unchangeable.
6 years of my life that I gave to you.
All that time was time well spent, if well spent only meant lessons learned.
All that time that could have been spent focusing on what was important, my own life was thrown to the back burner.
All that time I had to repent, for crimes I never committed, and sins that never existed.
All that time trying to be a better man, when in reality I just crashed and burned.
All that time I gave to you.
I’ve long forgotten the meaning of love, the feeling of love, that used to enrapture me. Back when you were all I could think about, when you totally encaptured me.
I signed a contract offering my soul, just to end up dancing with the devil. She-devil in the guise of the perfect angel.
Even when I wanted to escape, to that contract I was bound.
I couldn’t let go, I guess you could say I became numb to the pain, my heart left out in the rain, you were so cold.
I still can’t let go, so desperate to get a taste of that drug you once had me hooked on, and the withdrawal is murder.
My blood is on your hands as you read my last will and testament. The man who fought a battle when there was no war.
6 years of my life I gave to you. All of that time I gave to you.
In the end, I admit defeat, I guess you’ve won.
In the end, all I have left are the scars that burned and lessons learned, and a new hope and light in the shape of our son.