Volatile by Lock And Key
This is an excerpt from my journal.
Words run in circles as blood boils.
Dancing around my defensive decoy.
It's an example of how I can never let things go.
I can never let things go.
That's not the way it was supposed to be.
I tried to see their thought.
My eyes can open shut.
It's obvious now how the pattern repeats.
I need to fight my impulse.
Keep sight of what might help us.
If it takes a man to admit he's wrong.
Then I am ready to take that step.
To take a risk and not look back