When I walk I'm walking into a new life, a new beginning.
I'm walking into a relationship.
I'm walking into a marriage, a new life with love and progress, no more holding me back.

Sleep is at my door, I hear him knocking. Blood is on my clothes a vessel it's popping. Death is close by becasue sleep is his cousin. Or is it death that is knocking telling me to answer his call.

She does not understand that it isn’t jealousy; the way she talks about her friends is all right with me. But there is a place and time for everything, it’s a recorded message replayed time and time again, the same old names keep emerging in every conversation.