make it back

for if I never make it back 

let me tell you the truth

I probably never would have made it back 

-yeah I still haven't much improved-

yeah I still lack the courage to face you 

yeah, it's true, I wish I said it all then 

maybe then, 

I wouldn't spend the nights 

wishing I could mend you
and take back all the hurt I put you through,
or maybe even undo

everything that passed. Gosh

the past, when will it disappear

when will I no longer care

about it, about stuff that's come and gone

how does one cease to prolong,
the inevitable

yeah I wish I could forget things

yeah I wish I could grow a set of wings

glorious ones gold ones 

and fly away (not runaway)

I pray to one day
know and understand