To : My Past

as i sit with my back up against the wall

visions of you i begin to recall

and i finnaly fiquered out the fact of it all

that you were the climax of my downfall
that has brought me to this place today

after all in which made me stay
its how you were the one who would always say
"i love you more then you can choose to believe"
then riddle me this batman,

      why did you choose to leave?
it seems so cliche to pitch this idea into your mind
but im lost and i just realized ive been left behind
we batteled through countless people and issues in our relationship
only to find out that we both just didnt give a shit
i tried to hold back my hands by reaching out for yours at the same time
but then thoughts of us just kept playin in my mind
i found you intoxicating and suffacating to be with
and the promises you made were just a child's myth
but i kept my faith strong just like a women standin by her man
and you were the one who gave the executioner the command
dilabatated my soul and then dared to asked me to let go
you dont see how i feel, its like i aint whole
and im wishin and bitchin to a man who only wants me
but i cant move on cause im really not set free
i need to hear you say that you love me, but it cant work
and then say you want it any way, no matter how much it hurts
in order for me to let go, I gotta say good bye
cause when you do it all it does is create a place to cry
walkin down memory lane backwards
just to feel the pain
lookin at all the places i sat down and carved your name
and the one that burns brighter than the palest blue
is the one where you mark underneath
         "you know i love you too"
and i gave up so much just to let us be
my heart, my soul, and then my purity
and it wasnt it enough, so then my sanity
all just to fight for us both to some how be
its funny cause i faught the whole time in solarity

you stood by my side and let me wild out
and in the end, it was you who up and walked out 

i cry pale tears now while holding hands

with a man who sees how ive been damned

caught in a circle like marques seems to be

im constantly wishing for you to come back to me