You search far and wide

Looking for things meant to be left behind

Reliving moments that continue to die, and I-

I worry for the day you'll finally cry

You long for clarity

Silently wishing the noise finds melody

No care to move carefully but what you don't realise is that for this fall, there really is no remedy

You take criticism from people who've always given you bad advice

You're trapped by your own system of indecision because your own words never seem to suffice

But when will you learn?

That to confess is better than to relive

And that what you say God will certainly forgive