part of me wants to
run up to her, get on my knees,
cry and beg for forgivness
I want to tell her
that my emotions got the best of me
that my selfishness blinded me
and stopped me from doing
what i always want to do
and that is to comfort.
(pause)
the other part of me
tells me that I can't,
that I have to stay in this
long lasting exile
and repent over what I have done
and think and wallow in my own pit of sorrow
take action, and the ice will break.
caught in an icy cold current,
i would be rushed
to the edge of the earth,
where I would be thrown off
and I would plummet into oblivion,
cold and alone.
