I don’t know a damn thing that goes through your head. No, not anymore. Not ever again. It must have been something I said, while you tore away at what’s left of the paint on your bedroom door. So I’ll tear away at the pain that I try to ignore day after day. You sure do know how to push me away
And if I went to start all over, would it even make a difference in your brain? Tell me you can’t just start all over. When you made up your mind, you did so permanently