And you knew how hard it was, you knew how a beautiful mess she was, that's why you chose her. Maybe it was a challenge. Maybe you wanted to prove something to yourself. Then you chose to let her go, you couldn't handle the mess, no matter how beautiful it was, no matter how happy you once were. You chose to walk away. Now after years, you remember how it used to feel, to feel loved in a broken world. You come knocking on her door, looking for the same face you used to belong. You're a tired soul full of regrets, she is a different person tired of cowards like you.