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I know I've done you wrong.
And now I'm paying the price.
Taxes got me dragged down,
I'm in exile honey.
Because of my sin.
I called you one too many times.
I screwed up that night, honey.
I only wished we could have done better.
I only wish things were clear from the beginning.
Now in exile I contemplate only you.
Because of my sin to you I suffer.
I suffer in silence, being locked away from you.
Sooner or later I'll know its penance.
Even that evades my ears.
I looked at my screen at that page.
I know that it's my time to leave.
I went to that link far too long.
Everything that was right is now wrong.
Now I'm in exile because of my discourtesy.
In this dungeon I sit and I think.
I sat on the peak and am now at the brink.
Oh, it's only you honey that I wish I had.
Now I'd lost you. And it';s really that bad.
I'm in exile until the day I'm out.
Even so, exile has its ups.
I know and gain a better picture of what's around me.
Perhaps you will come back some day.
Perhaps something might even be there.
Until then, I sit here alone in nothingness.
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