Testo Cyclic

Fear walks in her tears. She asked the anger to leave but it's there. Hard to release its (the) hold. Breathe. Out of cycle. Leave. She's not yours. She's not mine. She's herself. Free yourself. The thread is behind as she whispers his name in my ear and quietly convinces herself it'll be alright. How will it be alright? Please make it be alright. I want it to be alright.