Never letting go of the memory's I've made, keeping them locked inside my mind.
From time to time i look back at my life, somethings I'm proud of others I'd rather hide from.
I'm a person at this moment in time, people judge me and i push there judgment aside.
letting go is hard, getting close is even harder.
Never knowing if this time is right, I'm walking around with my eyes closed.
Not knowing where I'm going with my life, waking up only wanting to drift back again.
Not wanting to fight any more in this life.
