All these memories race through my head,
Eerie whispers of what’s been said.
The past lives on inside of me,
Late at night I feel so free.
Soaring among faithless dreams
The sunc asting magnificent beams.
Early in the morning when I wake,
Reality gives me a violent shake.
I quake and tremble within its grasp,
Wishing away my present past.
The grip is tight, it won’t let go
Watching me struggle is its show.
The indignation boils inside of me,
Stirring thoughts that shouldn’t be.
I’ll face the day apprehensively,
I’ll treat myself belligerently.
The past, it cries to me
Become what you used to be.
Scared and hurt, hard to trust,
This is my place, remain I must.
