Looking Back

Looking back I can see myself the way I was

Could it be that I haven't changed at all

I'm a statue, motionless, essence implied

Where a mess of molecules and dust collide

Looking back i can hear myself, the things i said

Couldn't be what i really meant to say

I'm a liar, i'm a character based on innocence and desire

Tell me when can i be myself once again

This boy tried to go it alone but i guess

He got hung up along the way

This boy tried to find a way home but i guess

He'll be lost for a little while longer

Tell me who could be satisfied with the way things are

Could it be that they're never meant to change

I am meaningless, nothing less than an empty shell

And you keep on chiseling, sculpting and hammering

Maybe then i will be myself once again