I have to confess
And I didn’t believe it would be true
But I must confess
I’m happier without her
She gave me things I couldn’t see
And I thought it was good
I wanted to believe at last
I had found something
Not the perfect picture of perfection
But something to fill the loneliness
In a strange Day Million way
It was something
But it was something rotten
I pushed so far away from my center
From what I knew and believed
It felt good for awhile
Like breaking barriers decades old
So firm they seemed forever there
I knew- if I would’ve listened
Up ahead are signposts, says Rod Sterling
I didn’t heed them reading them as I passed-
I didn’t care, once the dam broke it was easy
To enter her realm of lies and deceit
Lamb to the slaughter, it feels like now
Still cleaning up the wreckage that never will be fixed
Mea culpa, mea culpa
I hope those I harmed in my path of insanity can forgive me
I don’t think they can-
It took me a long time to confess
But I really must say
I am happier without her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
funny how this works, isn't it.