i’ve tossed and turned for countless nights,
wanting to turn all my wrongs into rights.
i’ve dwelled on those words that caused so many fights;
all i want now is to change these reds to green lights.
so we can move on with our lives like stringless kites;
fading from the view and gone out of sights.
but i know i’m out of chances; love fucking bites.
that’s the end; i’m all outta gripes.