I'm a free man, no longer have expectancies,
just 12 marble notebooks full of poetry,
a written dependancy, a nightly sacrifice,
i paid long ago well above the asking price.
Paradise was the day i met you,
hell was the nights and days you pushed me away and i let you,
i get you, still always thought of you,
quite often too.
Counted my monumental losses to properly operate,
dates licked my wounds to compensate,
no pretty face or nice body was ever enough,
the thought of you dominated all, no bluff.
Worried about my heart and my legacy,
worried about those who may have to support me,
still won't force me into giving up,
which is why if my time is wasted i won't be a part of it.