End Of The Line

At the end of the line
can't turn around
living a lie
of a realistic frown.

At the end of the road
no where to turn
looking for that something
that my heart does yearn.

Time passes quickly
still stuck here
what has changed
is what I held so dear.

Falling so slowly
changing so fast
I can't stay here
locked in the past..

I can't face my fears
but I can't look at the future
I can't stay here
but I can't find a cure..

Is this what it's like..
to be at the end of the line..
to have no choice..
while slowly dying inside?