Down the quiet wood
Through the cold air
Your eyes finding their way into the fog, making mine close shut
Trying to find balance while my whole world is tilted
All I think of is my regret
The regret of my choices of leaving you
Rejecting your yearns for a chance
Chills up my neck shake me to reality
The karma hits me like hard cement
Sense I never gave him a chance, he'll never give me one
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