the thread

Whitney

I pulled the thread
But there s no use
If you just can t get
The honest truth
It spun me around
A carousel
You were moving on
I couldn t tell

I heard the news
It haunts me still
But I ain t seen you
And I doubt I will
Eventually
You just might
Learn how to keep
Your head up high

I jumped the gun
Imagine that
There s more ways than one
To veer off track
But this jealousy s
The bitter kind
It s quick to disease
A troubled mind