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

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