I tend to only see clearly

When I look back

I question is there a life I can live freely

Without having to watch my back

I simply tried to love everyone dearly

While they turned their back.

 

The flashes of the past

My urges to live fast

The way I left myself last

I believed I was always an outcast

 

My innocence became cracked

All the questions I wish I got asked

The flashes of my life that went black

I fought or attacked

I flew or packed

 

I still don’t understand really

What is it that I lacked?

The girl that was cheerly

If only she stayed on track

Now I regret severely

Living in constant fearing

Holding onto pain and again,

falling back.