I'm seeing it past this way. Intend to watch as I break...until it happens again. Steal in and hide away. Set destination straight from the familiar. Cleared out. It happens several times a year now. Once better, now accepted as retreat/release. One side of the real me. Turn my senses down and flip them backwards. No goodbyes, no missing family. If you were me and I was you, exactly how deep would I see through? Always second guessing that you would behave the way... I wanted to somewhat dedicate this one out to future life mistakes. I can't predict the d**h of me. The face/the state which will hold my heart. Oh my mind, all the bullsh** you put me through. I'll follow through once you're left behind. That's all in good time. But it's a farce, pa**ed on down the line. That's all in good time.