- Invitation: me
come talk with me, here on this couch
among the homey smell of memories and pictures on the wall
i have grown over the years while we continue to drift
treading on the heartache, on the sea of loneliness
let us forgive, let us relive
2. as for myself: you
you look up to me, for i am the oldest
you are younger than me
so, i am a representation of you
you develop your own understanding as each year passes
am I at fault?
3. in my own defense: me
Less Woman More Girl, Less Spiteful More alone
how am i to come to an understanding?
watching myself be replaced
how am I to feel?
4.” One of two”: you
tell me, tell me why
disconnect and words of hate
to ask you to explain would be another blow to the chest
you were someone to look to, to love, to know
where do we go to forgive?