Here you are all bent and twisted into your existence,
still shifting blame and pointing your condemning finger.
But you are the creator of your own strife.
All alone now with no one to buy into your fallacy
about love and life.
How many years did you confidently wait, thinking
I would be back at your door, crying and saying you were
right, he broke me to my very core?
But I know love–that it is the essence of life,
a dance of two and that it is true.
So in your bent and twisted state,
I will leave you.