Am I the one who's broken and lame?
I feel the disease of unrest settling in, Anxiousness right behind,
It creeps through my blood like wildfire, as though it can't be tamed.
It sends me reeling and leaves me dizzy, as truths do, and hindsight.

Perhaps I'm the one who's sick, who's being the agressor.
Maybe I'm the one who's poisoning our love with flashbacks of the past,
Am I being the evil in the back of your mind, of the evils, the lesser?
I feel as though the chips have fallen askew, the die are cast.

Perhaps I need to purge the blood that's been eating away the lining of love in our lives,
I need to let go of the past and let the future and prospect of tomorrow enter in without pause.
Let this be a lesson of the loss and heartache I've caused, of the hurt and love crimes,
Let this be a beginning to something better, something bigger, and from today on I will be the cause.