I was never one for riddles

I know this road like the back of my hand
So I'll take this time now to draw a line in the sand
-name it "NO MAN'S LAND"
 
I took your hand
And I fucked myself
I reached for gold but grasped (further more)
the broken shards of my own reflection  
 
I didn't see the warning signs
so I got scarred and nothing else.
Another tally now marks my pelt.  
 
Tell me again how we got here!
Riddle me this fine nusery rhyme.  

Tell me again how everytime you thought of me...
It just proves that there's plenty of moments,
that add to hours,
that fed into MY DAYS
of which you chose different...
 
You chose wrong
 
I chose wrong  
 
You strayed from the house we built so high
amidst our summer haze
 
Now I find myself lost and walking around,
screaming for help,
having yet to be found
In this eternal mind-fucking maze.  
 
 
GET ME OUT!  
 
Fuck this warped reality you've painted and tainted.
TURN THE PAGE!
 
What I came for was love  
What I leave with is rage
I should have known things wouldn't change.