Timber

It's on

I wish I could go back

before the glass broke

before the meltdown

before the bad news

before it all unfolded

before the choice, I made

long before thinking it over

selfishly, I was just, trying to get over

something

the more I tried to get over

the more I had to overcome

once the battle is won

it is wise to, reload our guns

coz, war never ends

it just pretends

to cease