I retrace my steps back in time,
To try to find out where I lost it,
But you set out this hill to climb,
To hide your hesitation to commit.
I did my best to make it to the top,
Maybe to impress you, or maybe,
So that my beating heart would stop,
As I push you off the edge, away from me.
Because as long as it isn`t beating,
I`m not sick with these thoughts of you,
And I won`t keep on repeating,
These silly mistakes you have me do.
The climb to the top was hard, but,
Standing at the top with you is the worst,
And I can`t fight the feeling in my gut,
When my heart is ready to give up and burst.
The walk back down the bottom was a relief,
Because in the back of my mind I knew,
I was escaping from you and all your grief,
And the trail of my heart was done with finding you.
