It's so hard to show my face around lately,
acting casual whilst trying impossibly hard
to survive the struggle inside.
The past grabs you like a promise uninvited,
it's silent smoke choking the life from you
until you pass out into a blurred sleep.
The mist becomes your shadow,
holding secrets that you know you can't escape from.
I keep running forward
but I know I'm just hopelessly chasing stars
in fear of falling into my own shadow.
When you rewind the story and play it back,
it's like you can finally see
why you began to lose your soul.
The freedom I have now,
I would happily give it all back,
just to have everything still standing strong around me,
but this appears to be my fate,
exposing the truth made me an animal,
only survival will ever matter to my soulless heart,
and I can't seem to bring the fire back
to revive it.
