Trying to figure out, if I've had enough. Not just of you, but of myself as well
and what does that mean?
Your words continue to cycle around like the cycle of my fu**** up mistakes.
With every mistake, I fear my fate, full of that moment's hate, you walking out the door.
So I am trying, a word we both hate, to figure out, if I should just cycle and sob
or set you free from the burden of me and go ahead and turn the knob. --- Yours Truly.