While a chance to change
can bring about a new fantasy,
it may awaken you to a new nightmare.

Once I was happy.
I had everything I thought I needed,
but it grew into a weapon hurting me,
this;
I know.

The life I led wasn't worth my time
I hid behind the lies everyone believed
and rolled my sleeves down to hide the lines
running down my arms, making little streets
I would walk in my spare time.

...
One street, I think it's more of a road
leading past a house, never really a home
sitting pretty in a field of regrets and memories
knowing that however many times I pass my past
nothing will change and there will always be
knots I can't untie anymore

Another street, houses more of my heart than my own chest
A simple room decorated with meaningless sketches
that meant worlds to just two people
but they're gone now
faded into nothing
discarded

A boulevard of regrets snakes up my arm
branching into other avenues, each with a little more decoration
but beyond that
lays something you can't quite see
...

I've walked these roads for hours at a time, simply waiting
hoping that I could be looking at more than a memory.
The past can't be changed
The knots won't' disappear
The pages won't re-appear
My regrets won't leave me

But even if all of this is true (and I know that it is)
I couldn't believe my eyes
when I looked into yours
and saw a second chance.