And by the time you realize
what is good, bad and ugly.
you will find that I was,
and we were,
and it's gone,
chased away,
and the tattoos
just hold the ink,
but who we were,
can not be shown,
from simple markings,
things placed by another.
So we had we,
and as I held it so close,
another was pushing away,
you, you win, it is gone,
but for in my heart,
loyally holding on
to what it can't let go of,
this, my punishment
for loving so true,
once upon a time.
