The past is not a place that i can call my home
But from it, i can never run
This chain is tight around my lungs
Ow, these breaths keep getting shorter
Help, it won't let go of me
Its vice grip tells me to 'stay' and 'sit '
Please, just let me have a little more
Room to breathe.
Now i tug and break free
A wild animal without a leash.
I roam wherever i could dream, so many possibilities
Wait, the future's all i seem to see
It even haunts me in my sleep
These new leaves, i see more brown than green
Every second passing me, i see the end of everything
Now, this new freedom knows no bounds
I can't let my eyesight leave the ground
Tomorrow's not supposed to come
Where am i supposed to run?