Mind racing with my feet below me
pacing back and forth
Focus out of control,
Paranoia creeping in.
My flaws, my mistakes, my past
Like a jacket that will never leave my back.
Do they know, about my faults, have they seen who I really am.
What is all of it, when I am gone
The thoughts will escape our heads
And our souls will be taken far away.
So I'm leaving these old mistakes,
For somethin so great.
Hope.