I don’t think the things I thought are things I think I know are true
They’re just things I think I thought because I was so mad at you
My heart was lost, my soul, alone, left not knowing what to do
Desperate for my minds release, to guide me and to get me through
Pain is my compass
Grief is my steed
Loss and regret are the reigns that I hold as they give me the will that I know I will need
Writing this reluctantly, the rhythm reads the same, you see
A willing walk without a word is all that you will get from me
Tipping toes into the water, coming back – it doesn’t mean
I’ve seen myself without you and I can’t decide who I should be
