Slowed to a halt
The cringe is a knot
I try to untangle
the intrusive thought

My mind doesn't match
what I do with my hand
I'm due to snap
Like a tight rubber band

There are two sides to me
Many things come in twos
I am so stuck
I simply cannot choose

It's the war
that I wage within
It keeps me poor
And beggin'

Eternal fight
Always the same
Yet there's the door
New memories are calling my name