Years that passed have gone to waste
Tracing numbers on a lined page, feeling stagnant
Nothings changed It's all the same
Running circles in my mind, affirming the fact that
You're just a thought from the past
It feels like I'm walking on glass
To you
All those excuses you made
The people that I pushed away
For you
Enough is enough
And now we're done
All the things you said on paper
Traits I had to cater
Pretentious behavior
Still complacent
Shots without a chaser
Turn around and face her
Stop asking for favors
Still complacent
Self improvements taking place
Gathering up strength
Reclaiming composure
Burning bridges ties will break
Cutting off loose ends, piecing the fragments
