It shouldnt be this way, a connection lost.
I burned down every bridge that I found and your the last one.
This site was the last small piece of you I had. When I look, its just an empty space.
My poems were for you, a direct line to my creativity.
The woman that throw themselves at me, worthless
The offers I get to move on, useless.
You want what you cant have and I have the worst case of it.
I think I write about you, so later on I can tell the story of a true heros tale.
How I walk through this hell fire of my sins to reach you, because your worth it.
How I battle myself each and every heart ache, because your worth it.
I knew this would be a waste of my time, you wont see it. But your still worth it