Forever dwelling on things that have passed.
The never ending movies that play in my head.
Maybe my projector's broken or I misread
The label of my life. And put it backwards instead.
Now it's stuck on memories I wish were dead.
No fast forward, it's hopelessly broken.
But I feel a pulling towards the upcoming end.
Like a pulse, beating more and more, til my ear bled.
First sign of emotion from this seemingly coma.
My eyes so blank, a stare like endless oceans.
This is my life on the outside of my movies, broken.
But inside you'd find me with pictures and trophies.
Bundled up in a corner, wishing, to go back to the old me.
