How can a girl turn around and change the past?
How can she show you that maybe her emotions can last?
It's hard to depict a gorgeous picture, when all one has are the pieces.

I'm a failure.
A freak.
That one person that seems to make everything worse.
Can it be changed? Can it be altered?
If I had magic I would show you the world.
I could make the most of everything.

But you.
You tie my tongue and make me laugh.
You hold me dear and I can last.
I want to be close, but I feel so wrong.
I can't do that all alone.
You may never see the other side.
You may never reach inside.
But you are a special person.

But I've messed up.
Now the past is the past.
Consider you avoided.
I'll hop off my walls and hide.
Never to be found.
All because one drunken night,
sent you into a mood.
I'll never visit again.

For that, is one more mark.
One more to the tally board.
One last spark.
Tied to a tearing cord.