lustful and untrustful screaming matches and rebuttals worn out muscles and tear puddles but what did we win, cards caving in whichever way you try to spin, swan song on the violin whichever play you do, your eyes get under my skin I can see the hurt, the guilt, the shame I tried to heal, build, and begin again and again, return to my zen listening to Gwen escape to my four white walls and write songs each melody washes away the pain of yesterday each harmony bringing back the colour to the gray lifeless self I let my body become dancing to the beat of my own drum