when things just pass your way
be weary
forgiveness is a gift to oneself
no longer that trust i can give
no longer that face i can bear to see
no longer that hand that i can touch
one chance
not for things to fall back into place like before
but for them to fall further apart
im awaiting the new things to fall into my hands
that wrong path
will never be treaded on
ever again

long time no see