This will be the year
\nThat I look back at all these changes
\nHow many times my life fell apart
\nPut back together, and then rearranges
\nSo many times I fell in love with you
\nAnd every single time
\nIt proved to be the worst thing I could ever do
\nYour lies like razors, that slash out at my soul
\nYour arms like impregnable walls
\nThat leave me with no place to go
\nThe way you attack my heart
\nWith a furiousness that can only be rivaled
\nBy that of a serial killer
\nYou words eat away at my emotions
\nTearing chunks out of my mentality
\nAs you spit them back into these lonely oceans
\nOf my battered heart and weakened mind
\nAnd if you take a look at my tortured soul
\nLook real close and you will find
\nA little boy lost in a desolate hole
\nLooking back on the wasted years of his life<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"