Honey now if I'm honest,
I still don't know what love is.
Another mirage folds into the haze of time recalled,
and now the floodgates cannot hold
all my sorrow, all my rage,
the tears that fall on every page.
So scared to look within,
the ghosts are crawling on my skin.
We may race and we may run,
but we'll not undo what has been done
or change the moment when it's gone.
