You did that for her?
Her words, soft and sweet, play in my mind,
constantly on rewind.
Oh she is just too forgiving of
my fatal flaws,
that like my lies,
stack up just like hay straws.
Even though everything was such a blur,
I reluctantly go back.
Scarred by my self imposed bruises,
I hear the words of her loving musical track,
that tell me of all my old filthy ruses.
I did that for her,
letting my blood boiled madness
unhinge from her life story,
hoping and praying,
so she can finally see all of her glory.