I been thinking about the good times and the bad times. But it’s been more bad times then the good times. Being with you is a sticky situation, shouldn’t be here facing it but I’m standing facing. I just can’t get unstuck out the rotation. Toxic love just keeps on trailing. It’s a endless path that I’m racing. Just to find someone to fill this space in. We was once a motorcycle, talking bout (2 seats), now I’m on a Unicycle yea (it’s just me). I don’t know what happened Or how the plan failed, I was supposed to be the only one to wipe your tears, you end up being the one to push me far, And despite the fact I still kept drawing near, Wishing and praying you wouldn’t take it there, But I’m too damn late you been there for years. But now it’s Just me and myself and I (chorus)