It's like a maze,
I'm running out of time.
You'll soon catch up to me
and it'll end like the drop of a dime.

I don't know how to explain it.
You don't understand.
How he can be an abuser
without using a hand.

He is one though,
this I am sure.
When he is around
I feel so unpure.

It is all my fault.
This I know.
These feelings of hatred
won't leave me or go.

Now on this day
I stand here and cry.
Knowing I am the one
who drove him this way.