At a certain point along the way, when we are now grown, 

It’s time to say enough to the rules of family and home, 

To make our own decisions, whether they be frowned upon or not, 

Because it is not their life to live, but ours, of our own thought. 

But what does a lack of conscience say, about the life you’ve chosen, 

Predicated upon a lie, your heart not hot but frozen, 

And every choice you make, built upon what is not true, 

What kind of life is that? Not good, only the kind to rue. 

For no love real can come of it, regardless of self-deception, 

If you cannot feel for one you stabbed, then you cast no reflection,

And everything you say and everything you do is false by default,

Play acting for the moment, giving out sugar, really salt, 

For you gave up your soul to punish him, sold it to the pit, 

And there is no absolution coming for you, no, not a whit of it.

You must absolve yourself of sin, if you ever wish to capture something real, 

And go back to one who loved you, make peace, and allow yourself to feel, 

For that is what fate provided, your god had given you, 

That you turned your back on for nothing, nothing that is true. 

There is no other love as strong, not in this universe, 

As love between those who did each other wrong, when they decide to lift the curse.

Whomever has your attention now, has come for the wrong reason, 

Don’t confuse it for sincerity nor conflate it with the season,

For the season brings nostalgia, along with pretend feeling, 

And will not last the test of time, for them a memory-fueled fling.

Your place is as it always was, and it is with the one you sent away, 

The only one who does not sugarcoat, whose loyalties like iron never sway.

But that is for you to decide, to make that choice or deny, 

That your heart was torn by wrong concerns, which made you say goodbye.

He waits for truth, he waits for love, he waits for you to confess, 

Though he may wait in vain until he dies, to you he did profess.