Watching thirty years of love going down the drain,
what could have turned true love into hate
didn't happen overnight,been going on for years and i didn't see
why did it happen, who is to blame, don't know maybe fate
once my heart was true, now only broken and blue all from you
her words driven by hate hurt worse than a steel stake
driven by eyes that once would comfort and soothe the soul
heard she said she still loved me in her own way,ha-ha too late
turned out the dreams we were to see died inside her and me
she doesn't love me anymore, watching thirty years of love going down the drain,
what could have turned true love into hate, maybe not telling her i care
yes i did stray, but not too far, always told her of my wrongful deeds
she always said, go and have your fling but always come back to me
did i do all i should, could i have done more, you didn't tell me when i did
didn't use to be that way, talk and talk we could work it out any day
always seen Thu good, bad, and in between, always let you have your say
guess it doesn't matter anyway, hated me and said i couldn't stay
so packed my bags, took one last look and told my soul it's the only way
our house our home, what should, what was, became possessed with hate
she doesn't love me anymore, watching thirty years of love go down the drain,
what could have turned true love into hate, maybe her telling me she didn't care
now i find solstice wallowing in my own pain, staring into my corner of hell
bottle in hand days at a time, drowned it good till i came sober, drugs did too
every where i went saw what was and the time we spent as they say as one
wanting to talk, to find someone anybody, to listen and maybe understand
the fires were spent, no affection, passion or gentle touch, nor holding hands
being told your not worthy of my love much less my soul, has left me icy cold
can't trust any feeling and never love, no matter i can't or won't break this spell
hadn't hit bottom yet, demons are driving me further into my private hell
hating her brings a bittersweet soothing to my wretched dying soul
she doesn't love me anymore, watching thirty years of love go down the drain,
what could have turned true love into hate, maybe both not willing to care
my life is passing quickly by, don't want to miss what's left before i die
can't ask for help until i get my feelings in control and demons set loose to fly
told myself that was not all your fault, takes both to love and turn it into hate
took a look at myself from outside and in, cleaned up the outside, polishing the shell
working on the inside was something i knew i couldn't do, nobody would know if i did
only to be whole again i will need a warm and sweet woman whose eyes and her heart
will look into mine and whose touch will burn away the cold, never asking why just help me cry, a smile bringing sunshine to burn away the dark to bring out feelings long since bare
she doesn't love me anymore, watching thirty years of love go down the drain,
what turned true love into hate, is leaving my body and making me whole, turning the past into a fleeting moment of dreams that didn't last;
love is the answer to cure your soul and once again you will be whole
tell the one you love that you care and always share what's inside
then your true love won't turn to hate, lest you suffer my bitter fate
