The conclusion to an autopsy of her Love
Turning back the hands of time is a song
A fairytale, dreams, fantasy.
Simply put IMPOSSIBLE
I cannot go to 1989
I cannot go to 1990
I am not Michael J Fox, I don’t have a Delorian
And I cannot go back to the past
All I can do is work on our future,
Your future, my future
But in this future, I need to know
Will you stay or will you go?
If you stay, who will stay?
Your old you or will you manifest a new woman
Let me know, in the meantime
I will stay in the relationship purgatory
And waddle in the pool of self doubt,
Self pity and sit here feeling shitty
