I wish that i could stop looking behind me
I always feel like my past is right beside me
But nobody know what the future holds
I try to look ahead but i just cant see past my own nose
I tend to feel the scars deep in my soul
And it renders me incapable of growth
Somehow, someway, I need to let it go
these bags are heavy and they make me slow
some days i feel like they dont even exist
I guess thats why my hands are closed fists
Maybe i should open my heart and not my mouth
My eyes wide shut as I try to look about
these fears burn inside of me and scream my name
So much more I try to be, only myself to blame
when i fail to find peace with in
but where do I begin
I am only flesh and blood