Why do you ask?
Could it be?
You see the scars at last?
The wounds that you inflicted
The pain that you have caused
The truth is now depicted
And there is no way to pause
No way to stop, no turning back
It's out of your hands now
The bruises may not come so fast
But they surface mighty loud
Still, though, through my trials
I wish you'd come to see
How it's not the fellow I dislike
But your wild, perverted "needs"
You don't understand
I pray for your life each day
You will never know
How I cry for you this way
You don't now, and never will
And I rather like it that way
My time to flee, my time to heal
And you left to decay