I carry my heart in a tight grip With a melody, a symphony That trembles out my lament Of longing to be who I used to be In hopes I change my path To the one I am meant to be.
I reached A dead end With you. Everything With you Was a Roundabout. So continuous And repetitive. I needed Something new. So I did Just that. I took a left And I was right. I knew I reached An end With you.