I’ve seen better, and I’ve seen it worse, 

Maybe you could tell me how bad it hurts.

To see the person who you were
Is now your captor and your curse.

I’m talking to your history,

The second that the first blow landed deep within your soul,

And shattered it to fragments, leaving nothing but a hole.

In the effort that we give, we find our treasure and our toll,

But now the past and it’s regrets are bent on swallowing you whole.

Go down easy, go down easy.