All deserved, I suppose
You have become my stinging shadow
Seeping into my skin like cancer
Leaving your scent upon my clothes
Since I never offered quid pro quo
My happiness you do deter
But, in the end
There was no fault but my own cryptic code
I do not know what I should have done
My apologies I wish to send
But barbed wire has tied me to a railroad
You lost, yet you really won
Misery is a train built for two
“I am sorry” is what I cannot seem to tell you
