So I came back, one last time, and it was like fate stared me in the eye and told me - "It’s your turn to cross that line". And all the frustration died. And inside I only found the heartache was true. And from this we cannot run. I cannot run, I can’t run, I can’t run. I cannot run any more. And yet I still feel the pull. Like a moth towards the light. I still fell to you. Everyday and every night and every moment you haunted me. You haunted me. Now you decorate my life with little reminders that whisper to me - "You’ll never be the same after this". Everywhere I’d go the siren sung me home. The siren sings me home. But I came back one last time and it was like fate stared me in the eye and told me - "It’s your turn to cross that line". And keeping my distance from you was the hardest thing to do. But we cannot deny, the heartache was true. I cannot run, I can’t run, I can’t run. I’ve crossed that line. These heartstrings pull me to you. This time I must fight this. (And all the frustration died, I took the last look and realised, Just how much has changed since those two years ago…) And in this moment I made my peace.