If you just walked away,
What could I really say?
Would it matter anyway?
Would it change how you feel?
I am the mess you chose,
The closet you cannot close,
The devil in you, I suppose,
Cause the wounds never heal.
But everything changes.
If I could
Turn back the years,
If you could
Learn to forgive me,
Then I could learn to feel.
Sometimes the things I say
In moments of disarray,
Succumbing to the games we play
To make sure that it's real.