7 long years painfully entertain you
Counting the score of your blues
You won't purposely confront me
Something is nagging me to not let things be
It's difficult to admit that you're still around
In my visions is where you are bound
7 scores of suffering
And I'm not exaggerating
It's always nagging me
That I shoudn't have let you leave so easily
Please take me back to score one
In the rays of the emanating warm sun

7 long years happily torture you
Counting the holes in your shoes
I need an excuse to confront you
Not just because of my blues
You're a toxic ink written in my head
Repeating about the things left unsaid
And the love left unused
My reality has been mercilessly abused
7 long scores of suffering
And I'm not exaggerating
Please take me back to score one
The massacre of the scores can't be done

You have no idea how much I loved you so
And I let each regretful opportunity go
7 long painful scores ago.