Obsolete (In Dying Arms)

I was raised to be strong Yet, I stand here a man; Alone on knees When did I find the will to disclose these wounds? Another burnt display of affection, dead to the grave; You were the only one I had; Now who am I to confide in? With these tears I will wash away my frustration I will wash away my memories; But you refuse to be let a stray Who the fuck are you supposed to be to me? Vividly I remember how things used to be You said this would never change; I am nothing but feeling, but I will not beg; Every thought of you is another regret to be had; And every thought is another feeling But do I have what it takes to erase the past? You said things would never change