Another two years older,
and I'm three more steps behind.
I might have lost that girl,
somewhere along this line.
Time seemed to have overtook me,
while I was standing at the crossroads.
Of things unending, of things that has happened,
of things said or wrote.
I may have become the aftermath of a disaster.
The one they had warned you,
before and after.
I can't keep running in this wrong direction,
I won't keep up with what's right.
It seems part of me is already gone,
I might not last through this fight.
So, time is what I need,
to fix what wasn't whole to begin with.
So, from scratch, I'll start by saying,
"My name is....."