This is old

Like 2007 old.

Physically sick,
Mentally lost,
Knowing what this leads to
But always pay the cost
Guilt's heavy on my shoulders,
and I wanna move the boulders.
Gonna break free, from the chains
Which you don't care to keep.
Makes me f*****g ill
We both know you had free-will
Yet, it was a problem still

Many speed bumps, really could have been avoided
But to be completely honest,
I kinda did enjoy it.
Exploited it, coiled it,
Grew frustrated tryin' to well oil it.

Timing wasn't in our favor,
So maybe somehow, someway,
I'll find her later.
It's gotta be fate, or something similar
Telling me to date her.

I truly cared and didn't ask for much back,
She never questioned that, and I couldn't react to that.
Left me flat and used, bruised for no use.
Confused me for a while,
But I'll keep repeating the cycle.