Exile

You try to do the best that you can, walking on eggshells I could never stand. Both feeling judged for every action, love thrown aside by this distraction. So we're both insecure and afraid to face the music, time goes by and hits us like a ton of bricks. I don't think I've changed that much, your mind in the past is where it's stuck. Damage beyond repair is all that can be seen, one of us has to go, exiled, as hard as it may seem. So one of us puts our foot down. But at what cost? The intolerance to change so that a marriage is lost. Arrogance is the sickest way to raise your esteem, now that all that we could've been is now just a dream.