No regrets I say as he slips through my fingers
What's unexpected can't be expected to last
Attempts are futile
I can't disguise my disappointment
This haunting reoccurrence, the reassurance
that his pen and paper are soaked with images of me

Do you still think of me?

These times of change I deserve all that is coming to me
Give anything for a chance to get away
I'd risk everything if I knew what was stopping me

I've only scratched the surface and yet my nails begin to bleed
What's left inside will remain hidden
These ties that bind my hands are so hard to see
I'm so afraid of missing out on something I lose myself in the threat of no guarantees

Oh these times of change I deserve all that is coming to me
Give anything for a chance to get away from here
I'd risk everything if I knew what was stopping me