Caught in the past
I see a hand that I can't grasp
Forced to act as if nothings wrong
So I just sit here and hum along

Corrupted by fear
Thoughts and questions
Fears of all my imperfections
Does that make me a perfectionist?

I just want it all to stop
Mind on reply
Just making only clear
That all along
All I am is made around fear

Strong because I'm scared to break
Stubborn for fear I might loose control
Independent so that I'll never fear when I end up alone.

Past . When will I ever stop thinking about it .
Ahh at last all that pain is in the past. Sad. Broken .
**** the past has once again spoken.

For when I think the end is near. The past reminds me it's only been a year.