My heart is heavy and my hands are hurt, fighting a battle I could never have won. I wasted my time on a journey with no road to follow. Nothing to lead me the right way. I was a blind man walking a distance, I had no clue of time. I fought for that which was a maybe not a must. I lost the battle, I lost the fight. And I can't tell you why.
My hands are heavy and my heart is burnt, the taste of salt and ash lay on my tongue, I will never be free of the curse you have forced me upon. I can cry for freedom but you shall never let go, there will always be a trace of you. I couldn't rid myself of you even if I tore the stone that is your heart from the bare of your chest.
So yes, you won.
But hey - They're still mine.
So did you really?