If you counted all the time I’ve spent down here on my knees,
or added up the hours I’ve spent begging “pretty please”…
No one keeps a tally of such a thing as pain,
and for no small reason, there’s nothing there to gain.
Blinded by your own shattered soul,
it was different when you were in control,
and all those things you couldn’t see,
have now come over you so suddenly.
It’s different when its you that cries,
and it seems like I won’t compromise,
but all the things you did to me,
have returned to you, and now you grieve.
Begging mercy, you plead your case,
they’ll be no clemency for this show of disgrace.
You never gave in to my pleas,
So tell my why you deserve a reprieve?
Posted on Thursday, 4 June 2009
