The first time she tries, it all ends in fire; the second, in tears. She keeps moving the pieces 'round searching, searching but however she tries, it always ends.
The fifteenth time is the worst: there is an ocean of blood lapping at the door. She doesn't know what she did wrong then and tries her best not to do it again. But still she goes back and back and back, sometimes further, sometimes not. There are so many twists and so many turns - how to choose, how to choose, every choice is wrong.
She's never believed in meant to be but maybe it is so: no matter what she does, apparently there is a way things have to go. And it aches and it burns and it hurts and how she yearns but there's nothing for it. She closes her eyes and says the words and around her everything turns.
Back and back and back again; surely one more try can't hurt. But that's what she's said a hundred times and maybe she just can't take much more. There has to be a right answer but she hasn't found it yet. And she's seen a thousand ways it can go wrong and perhaps she’ll never find the right. and maybe, maybe she doesn't have any left to try.
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Date: 2015-07-01 11:59 pm (UTC)The first time she tries, it all ends in fire;
the second, in tears.
She keeps moving the pieces 'round
searching, searching
but however she tries, it always ends.
The fifteenth time is the worst:
there is an ocean of blood lapping at the door.
She doesn't know what she did wrong then
and tries her best not to do it again.
But still she goes back and back and back,
sometimes further, sometimes not.
There are so many twists and so many turns -
how to choose, how to choose,
every choice is wrong.
She's never believed in meant to be
but maybe it is so: no matter what she does,
apparently there is a way things have to go.
And it aches and it burns and it hurts and how she yearns
but there's nothing for it.
She closes her eyes and says the words
and around her everything turns.
Back and back and back again;
surely one more try can't hurt.
But that's what she's said a hundred times
and maybe she just can't take much more.
There has to be a right answer but she hasn't found it yet.
And she's seen a thousand ways it can go wrong
and perhaps she’ll never find the right.
and maybe, maybe she doesn't have any left to try.