Obsolete

I was raised to be strong

Yet, I stand here a man;

Alone on knees

When did I find the will to disclose these wounds?

Another burnt display of affection, dead to the grave;

You were the only one I had;

Now who am I to confide in?

With these tears I will wash away my frustration

I will wash away my memories;

But you refuse to be let a stray

Who the **** are you supposed to be to me?

Vividly I remember how things used to be

You said this would never change;

I am nothing but feeling, but I will not beg;

Every thought of you is another regret to be had;

And every thought is another feeling

But do I have what it takes to erase the past?

You said things would never change