. . .
So I'm speaking to myself
Red light warning
There is nobody else

And I want to change
I want to be the person I was before
You
And even the score

The heart keeps beating
Just a little bit softer now
The voice keeps singing
Just a little bit rougher now

The grey hairs growing
And the lines of my face
The sun still coming
Despite my attempts to escape

Call it prison
Call it living in the past
Holding your memory
Because it is my last

Can't wait to see you in the wild
Pistol gripped and ready to scope
As if a single bullet
Could repair all the hope

You destroyed

With out mercy or care
Like an assassin
You leave a wake
Of blood stained ashen

But I let you go
No words for you in my world
And I hide behind my wall
Before choas is unfurled

Just one line
Was the power you had over me
Speak
And ruin my life for weeks