This path was wronged by little horns. Tearing confidence barely worn. My words can only stretch so far. And they proved to not stretch far at all. It's crazy how many reminders of you I see a day. I want to lose them all. I don't want to know. This path is steering to a close. It's not from my will, but there it goes. Your self has never lost its ring, I've only respected another's need.