To get and grasp separation of paths is difficult sometimes
how do I accept chaotic intersections that are not mine?
So emotions keep fumbling over, but the top's still on
there's only so much you can cover when the chef is gone
So spiting yourself you went of on a persistent rage
You took the branding to his soul and needle to her confidence
the way that this is going you might as well just stay behind your fence
of ego carved iron and a lock with keys consequence
Are you the curse or cure?
Go to sleep little girl
you've had enough tantrums
hopefully understand when you're awake