Two years ago feels like yesterday
And yet yesterday seems like some far-off memory.
The only thing that keeps changing
Is the feelings exchanged and traded, like
Playing God has never felt this great.
Second chances don’t come by to
Dead men and dead bedrooms.
Just to clear my head I
Take two steps back
To take one forward.
And when we reach that fork in the road
There’s always more than one way to go.
Like lines tangent
Maybe we have met once
Only to never meet again. I will take
Inevitability of fate
As a warning against hand-me-down love.
I knew my judgement was right in thinking
No man ever deserves a second chance.
Because no one ever truly changes.