Dimly lit rooms remind me of

my lost youth and what it was

Wish I could say that I found a better way,

and I'm in a better place than I was,

but it still feels like..

I'm running out of time to think for myself. I know that it's wrong, but it's been such a long time since never.

This ghost still hangs around,

reminds me all about

the person I could never be.

But I'll find another way to say what I need to say,

make up for my mistakes.

I'm running out of time to think for myself. I know that it's wrong, but it's been such a long time since never.

There are reasons for me that I still have to find,

but I've been running in circles still trying to hide.

But I don't know where it is we go,

or what happens when we die.

There are places I don't wanna go

to find out what it is I truly am.