I'm really not who I thought I was, how do you move on with life when you place it to pause? I am the boss to my own mind, but cower at each door it confines, to condone the person I could be and wrong the person I wish I was, I'm the boss of my own mind but a ***** to what it does. Died to a coward that hides behind demands, and the density of this reality is what weighs my bones down, some of you know what this is now. What it means to be shackled to what you hate, here have a go at the scariest things your head can make. The thoughts that break your heart but tell it to go faster, faster, faster.... Running after something you'll never reach, and as I'm running forever I can't move my feet off this bed, inside my head I'm growing tired, so my eyes will never open; and I'm hoping you know that I fear when I get older my memories will wake and it'll take me, too late to save me. Why bother even waiting?