You said to me ever so softly once you’re afraid that I might lose touch But I just wanted to let you know that I will never give up

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