Sorry

All the whispers of the past
They come back to haunt me, haunt me
In the silence of the night
They come back to haunt me, haunt me.

I know I know I know that this
This is everything I could ask for
And yet as always as always
I throw it back and run away

I'm too scared to admit it
Too tied down by the chains of the past
Too confused to see clarity
Too messed up to understand

Everything I could ask for
Everything I could want

Except for time. Except for place.

History repeats.
Different time, different place, different people.
But this time it is different.
This time I don't want it to go.
This time I'm still holding on.

I am still holding on.

Thanks for understanding. Even though I don't deserve it. I will make it up to you. Somehow.