Στοίχοι: Lock And Key. Pull Up The Floorboards. Volatile.

This is an excerpt from my journal.
Words run in circles as blood boils.
Dancing around my defensive decoy.
It's an example of how I can never let things go.

I can never let things go.

That's not the way it was supposed to be.
I tried to see their thought.
My eyes can open shut.
It's obvious now how the pattern repeats.
I need to fight my impulse.
Keep sight of what might help us.

If it takes a man to admit he's wrong.
Then I am ready to take that step.
To take a risk and not look back