So you finally admited it
after so long has gone by
You have delt your last card
you have played that last hand
You've sent your last dagger
into my skin, It pierces my heart
or at least what little was left
of you.
You've made me bleed that final time
i hope you are happy with what you have
given me.
I suppose i should be happy
the truth has set me free
yet it still wounds me.
I have no more tears to shed
no more words for you to grab.
No way of controling my life.
No more ways you can strike fear
inside of me.
Yet part of me still morns you
part of me wishes for you still.
Part of me knows better and a part
of me never will.
For a past
That was never meant to be
