A year later, I'm back to square one and my conscious tells me to uphold the promise. I notice that something in me disagrees and wants to give in.
I'm told to stop being so uptight but I can't. I don't want whatever he'll bring because I know I'll receive a sense of deja vu.
You think you're right but I know, no matter how hard you try, you won't break into the wall I've surrounded myself with. You won't convince me because it takes a whole lot more than the three words.