It is always back to you
Even if traversing the path
I could not otherwise take
Would always bring me back

Back to your door

Does not matter which road I take
Since every crossroad and roundabouts
Will always bring me back tongue tied
Begging for another chance

And it seems very problematic
For a cold pigment of the past
To scare me this much
Life must have really gone backwards

As I'm always the recognizable joke
It is hard to even realize that--
I could not laugh at myself
Knowing how serious I am

On looking forward to be
Back at your door again