Every attempt to…is filled with holes.
It reads like a polygraph I’m told.
I’m not bitter anyway.
Let it go.
I never sleep still lest I forget.
Tied down by handicaps instead.
I’m not bitter anyway,
But I didn’t want it to turn out this way.
Sing a long goodnight,
forfeit any fight.
Refuse to rest assured.
It comes with no reply.
Hold on too tight.
I hang on every word.
If it all ended tonight,
you know that I wouldn’t mind.
It’d be back to good old times before it won.