There are still so many strings attaching me to my old life,

I've been writhing and struggling to create enough distance that they finally snap.

Every day there are handful of things, some of them are habits I perpetuate,

That send me straight back down those darkest of mental corridors.

I do everything I can to widen the gap,
But like a piece of gum under a shoe,

The strings just stretch on through the stress.
And leave messes where I walk.