It's all about the memory the time that took the roads we make the paths we tried the ones we walked those conversations when you talked and I tuned in
seeing them now in retrospect , constructing different outcomes and out comes the handkerchief
the biggest thief of belief is belief itself believing as we do that we're the one who will make it through to come out safely on the other side
and everything I tried I tried and tried again for what? the pain?
calmer now though
just to relax turning the clock back as and when it's what old men do and I still believe that I'll get through because one has to believe in something.