Why

time has passedprogress has been madeforgiveness has been askedprayers have been prayed

why then is it so hard?why do I still feel the sting?my heart is a graveyardand I'm left, puking

have I not suffered enough?have I not felt all that needs to be felt?'cause damn this is rough,where the Hell is my safety belt?

i've been dragged through Hell and backbeen trampled by Satan himselfripped, torn, broken, and whackedthen put right back on the shelf

rock bottom it's called and that's where I sitbeat, battered, and brawledthen left like a pile of shit

what more do I need?what more can I take?until I'm freedfrom this terrible heartache