You're on your own again,
Take a walk on that endless green glen.

It snows heavy over our missing puzzle pool.
I need some fresh air for my burning young heart, for it to cool.

That blindfolded searching, turns into a flu
What would it take to hop on that time machine, making it all undo,
To feel the stillness when the erasure happens to that stuck tattoo?

It hurts my chest when i realize one more lie, the more i find
Cannot even drink five bottles of Baileys to drink you out my mind
The last lesson branch i must hold on tightly is that our bond and that it was glorified...