If I had the delete button in my mind,
I'd let go of the pictures.
If time hadn't passed me by,
I'd grab the last minute and fly with it.
If you hadn't made your nest in my heart,
I'd own it.
If I could end the last chapter, I would close it.
I have no 'delete' button, so the album is there.
The colours still surface, DAMN I could swear.
The time has passed me by I can't catch it,
One step forward-two-back and am still at it.
You have the key to my heart-you changed the locks,
But I write this with blood as my ink despite the blocks.
Two years and am still at the door,
I cannot get in and cannot let go.