It returns again.
When you thought you left,
or thought you were done.
I swore the last time was the last time and I was proven
wrong again.
It's like everything returns to you all the time,
but it's more than that.
I left it,
I left it and walked away,
with so much left to say.
I waited and turned over another year,
and it found me again.
Track seven keeps playing in my head and the words were
never truer than now.
So learn to live with the cycle and the choices you don't
make,
and the words you never said.
And it returns again.