I guess this is goodbye
Fallen days
And fallen memories 
That just can’t be rebuilt or taped over
Band-Aids and Neosporin
Cannot mend these cuts and bruises
I keep making u-turns
With the hopes of
A fresh start
I keep going back
With the hopes of no complications
But I keep making the same mistakes
With good intentions
I’m tired
Family is self-made, I’m a firm believer
So I can’t keep going back to strangers just because
Blood is mentioned