Three Years

So this is how the story goes, the side that nobody knows
Given up so much these past few years (And it never seems enough)
Broken bonds of friendship and of love just fall to the wayside of an always
smoking gun
(An always smoking gun)
And this is me spilling my guts on this paper for everyone to see
What living like this does, what living like this does to me
And this is me screaming my lungs out through this mic for everyone to hear
What living like this leads me to fear
I miss the good ole days when nothing seemed to matter and life was but a maze
That wound in and out
And looking past the pleasantry of truth, were these three years a waste of my
youth I’ll never truly know
Three years of my life spent away from my home
Three years of my life I wasted all for you
Three years of my life spent away from home
Three years of my life I wasted all for you
Three years of my life spent away from my friends and family
Three years of my life wasted all for nothing