3 years

I just want to say one thing,
about your possession of my mind.
3 years of counting tears
3 years of asking why.

I like the pain you cause
It keeps me down to earth
I like the way you treat me
When you're fighting with the world

i can not let you
Cut any deeper than this
You pushed through my defense
and now there's nothing left

I like how you push inside
always wanting more
The first bit of pain wasn't enough
so from me you began to pour

I've waited this long
to end something that couldn't be
I've wasted all these attempts
at just trying to be free