How foolish I have been to think that I
could void my heart of insecurities!
The same fears that could never justfiy
my growing feelings of futility
I've wandered too far into the past tense
remembering the painful thoughts they brought
observing you and me from some high fence
not knowing all the joy, fear, pain, and loss
It chokes my throat like hands around my mind
squeezing out the hope and faith I once had
And leaves me with repeated, faded lines
overused scenes of what should have been said
I'll leave you to your fans, your memories
and crawl back to my dark, quiet retreat
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