Express

How many times can I say it... MUST I say it
Before something, anything changes
I've already tried to face it, Really
But loving her is a reflex, Not a choice

I've missed my exit, but I can't turn around
My hands are tied, My feet are bound
To the back of a throttling train, Which is time
To put her behind, What a drag

Will I, For the rest of my life, Carry this wait
Knowing it's already too late
Sometimes, I would die for a clean slate
But indeed, what is my fate...

She's my number one tangent, In all conversation
My point of reference when asked, My preference
My favorite question, Submitted to Heaven
My expressway to inspiration