two months and the pain hasn't lessened,
buried in the scars is some kind of lesson-
people tend to change,
and love sometimes fades,
so far, love hasn't made a great impression.

i could see in your eyes, you wouldn't let her go,
you had touched every part of her-at the time i didn't know.
two and a half years, and this was the end of the show,
two and a half years, we finally let go.

my mind wants to hate you, but my conscious wishes you well,
some days i get along fine and other days feel like hell-
only time can erase the pain,
only ignorance can make me sane,
all the same, such a story with no one to tell.

until you, my dear, took the time to listen to my plight,
stood by my side and comforted me in my biggest fight.
and now your heartbeat gently soothes me to sleep at night,
two and a half years, and happiness has never felt so right.