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Thoughts like quicksand fill my head

The more I fight for redemption, the more consumed I become

Exonerate me; I have done nothing wrong.

Restore to me what is rightfully mine

You stole my innocence, my belief, my happiness

Now I'd like it back.

your eyes still rip my breath away.

Like a patient etherized upon a table

Life keeps happening and I'm standing still

All I ever wanted was for you to be happy

With me.

I cannot forgive you, and I cannot let go.

My burning rage is the one thing that keeps me from turning cold

That, and the fact that I don't ever want to be like you.

Take your lies, your excuses, your inability to care about anyone but yourself

And burn them. Just like I burned the memories.

There is nothing left for you here

Like a bull in a China shop, you came in and broke EVERYTHING.

I hope you're happy. Now leave.

I'm stronger, bolder, wiser, and older

I'm exhausted, but fighting, having trouble but I'm trying

You're pathetic and useless, I've had enough of your excuses

You're not welcome anymore, this game has come to an end