A lack of independence growing inside is aiming right at my heart
It is there, but I am slowly falling, falling back in to the hole I was once in.
It is a cold place to be, very lonely.
I try, I try, I try, I don't try, do I?
Wish things stayed the same throughout these years, to never change
to always have the same settings, thoughts, and people by my side
I miss every memory, I miss every person, I miss every feeling.
Growing older but, I feel lonelier and lonelier by the second,
and I am unsatisfied with it.
I want you back and everything that came along with it,
I want Past back, come here and lay with me because these days seem
to go by too fast