Three Years

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 old 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