Maybe it's doubt.
Maybe it's pain.
Maybe it's solace.
Will this end soon?
I understand those who did,
when they did.
Why they didn't
when they didn't.
Such a spastic love.
Maybe when it's over,
I can feel free to say
ok.
Maybe when I come back,
I can find who I am.
Goodbye, sweethearts.
I'll be back soon.
