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I was never this way, this angry vigilante
I used to be chipper, pleasureable, happy
I used to do things that were funny and nice
I don't recall fully when I turned to ice
It might have been something to do with the fact
I recently found that your love was an act
Attention you gave me was to you, a chore
Our quality time together, a bore
Twelve years of my life, more than four thousand days
One tenth of a million hours erased
Four hundred million heartbeats I gave
For what? to be this much closer to my grave?
What gave you the right to take all I had
To take all my good, and leave all your bad
To leave me behind, with nothing ahead
What gave you the right to leave me this dead
You couldnt explain, I asked you to try
You just passed the blame, you always did, why?
Not ever, not once, did you carry the cross
The burden was mine alone, always was.
And so you moved on, you started anew
A happy beginning, he hasn't a clue
And I will remain, forever in doubt
That anyone else is worth caring about.