I look back at many times, and still I cannot explain why
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Those memories thought vain, they become useful here and then
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My conscious won't let go, that pain inside me has a home
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Those haunting thoughts are stepping stones
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And now, that time I spent with you, which all had to be reviewed
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The lessons that were stored, I use them all to help ignore
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I pile up the bad in order to replace the good we had
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Those haunting thoughts are stepping stones
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I put my jealousies aside, some part of me said I was right
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So I took a new approach and rid myself of foolish pride
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My timing it was bad, at least some day I know we'll look and laugh
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Those stepping stones built my new path
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But hey, hey please don't take offence, it's just I feel alive again
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Just a mistake along your way; for me a strange reality
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I got tired of taking blame, bored of my animosity
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I'm glad this makes me sick, I like my brand new start
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Aversion it's my fresh new trick
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It's armor added to my heart
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Final
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