The Wasted Years

This will be the year
That I look back at all these changes
How many times my life fell apart
Put back together, and then rearranges
So many times I fell in love with you
And every single time
It proved to be the worst thing I could ever do
Your lies like razors, that slash out at my soul
Your arms like impregnable walls
That leave me with no place to go
The way you attack my heart
With a furiousness that can only be rivaled
By that of a serial killer
You words eat away at my emotions
Tearing chunks out of my mentality
As you spit them back into these lonely oceans
Of my battered heart and weakened mind
And if you take a look at my tortured soul
Look real close and you will find
A little boy lost in a desolate hole
Looking back on the wasted years of his life