I hated the smell, yet I inhaled it willingly.
It stuck to me like tar, yet I touched it voluntarily.
I'm the epitome of a beaten path.
I was once impenetrable, I was once  indestructible.
Now trapped in a paradox. An endless abyss of nothing.
I'm the epitome of a beaten path.
I couldn't find big enough words to make you love me.
I didn't know how to phrase what I feel, I'm not a human dictionary.
I'm the epitome of a beaten path.
You walked my beaten path, you said you'd heal the pain.
I should  have known you'd make it worse, not make it go away.
I'm the epitome of a beaten path.
You walk it every day.