It's not fair
I'm always left to writing
all that you need to hear
I have said too much already
My minimum hurricane
And that's not fair
A newer trick I need to device
of separating the pain yet maintain
The sanity of being you and being me
somehow my heart messes with my head
And everything inside unthreads
If the past has passed, then let it be...
The past no longer bothers me...
I've picked up the pieces, for now i leave
I am the future, I am the one
As I loose my sense - of wrong and right
It wasn't easy no it aint
But this I know I am for sure
No more I am a mess by someone before!
