The wounds we made

Let's speak to the wounds we made,

To the memories that are played and replayed.

Over and over, round and round they go

Back and forth, to and fro.

Tick tock, tick tock the days they pass,

and with each passing day it could be our last.

For I want more than this life you gave,

The other woman title is looming and its me I should save.

I choose me this time, it's the right thing to do,

I am what you get, and someone else deserves that too.

I failed you many a time, you failed me aswell

But I cannot continue on this torturous carousel.

We make our beds and we always have a choice, You didn't choose me and I heard it in your voice.

Yet I never cared I was willing to wait,

To me our meeting was nothing short of fate.

But I choose me this time as I said before,

These feelings are strong and I cannot ignore.

I'm going now, it's time to let it be,

You're in love with another and that other isn't me.