Inner turmoil of a second chance
Do it Do it Do it Leave Leave Leave I believe in youTear soaked face with no dignity leftFumbling to gather your things And yourself Don’t look at him Don’t look at him Don’t look at him I believe in you The open door beaconing for you The cool breeze waking you up The still night more welcoming than his arms Walk away Walk away Walk away I Believe in youThe soft glow over his shiny face His sa...