Nine years of hell
Listening to the stories they tell
About who I am
As if I had a plan
To fall at your feet
And the monstrous meet
Me at the door
Coz it won’t feed anymore
On the blood you let
Do you think I forget
The fallen soul 
You robbed me of time and the begging bowl
Is getting weary with aching
In every breath that you’re taking
Of shattered glass
Nine years is too long to live in the past