You might be the last I call…
And you might not like what I do…
But I’m never forgetful…
You’re in my thoughts each day and night…
And all the things I wish I could have been for you…
I can see how far I am
From the person you want me to be like…
And I could only imagine the pain of the wound I caused you
How it turned into a scar and numbed from pain
It left a mark, a memory which is part of our history.
I can never straighten the curves I did
When I drove the last mile…
Only left with what’s in front of me
And with the steering wheel in my hands
I hope it’s never too late.
Disappointment, mistrust and anger…
I can understand…
Frustration, love and acceptance
While I still have the time…
I may never see what's ahead of me
But I can always show a better version of me.
