She's inside of me
And I want her out
My guilt is floating past
Like troubled ghosts on Earth
The past intertwines with my brain,
Twisting apart my limbic system
Truth is, life ***** --
Pain is more than pleasure,
My incessant memories overlook happiness...
My forks in the road all carry my signature.

I wish I had indecisive tattooed
And inverted across my forehead
So I could look in the mirror
And be able to understand my decisions.