I guess if I knew what I'd wanted then, I wouldn't be in the mess that I'm in now; tangled in barbed wire hearts and broken shells of promises never kept.
I guess if I had just decided back then, to stick to the plan to keep my heart closed off then, I think I may have been alright and I wouldn't feel this intense chill through to the ends of my bones
I guess if I could have just stayed away, remained strong as I had for all those years before then you wouldn't have left me curled up waiting for death with arms wide open, as though death is the final relief and not plagued with regret
constantly torn between an open heart and a cynics mind