I would rather go back to the years I have wasted with you,
and make a masterpiece of myself.
Bestowed you all the love and damaged my soul.
Mistaken you for some deity,
I never thought you weren’t worth the devotion,
blessed with a good heart maybe I should be the one,
worshipped for my emotions of sanity.
Fairly did things, I am happy with myself,
moving on with a crown on my head.