Let me be, watch me grow. How will
I learn if I don't make mistakes, take
care of my own.
After the time gone by I still see your
face in thought, dream, or picture. I still
wonder if there were ever real feelings
on your part, and I still wonder if it was
Coming undone, unshackled, let loose,
becoming ruthless. No longer holding in
feelings, but bursting them onto a blank canvas.