There's not an ounce left of what there was and i caught you red handed, in your tracks you pause. Trail of mistakes lead to your way and still you'd ask me "can i stay?" My book's already being written and no space for you in it not unless i talk about the moment that i sank in your sandpit of a crossed out sign that used to say "lust" but with outlined word in red saying "love" A New chapter starts in me a new me, a new me to be a new guy to smile out of my face with everything being thought to be put into place If you're hearing me now there is, there is, there is no doubt. that Change has inflicted into ourselves all of what you knew, put into the corner of shelves that nobody ever looks at anymore. Follow a lead, take the leave Grasp what you want when you can have it just as a butterfly, it'll fly a way into someone else's hands if you're not quick enough to catch it.