sometimes i remember
the darkness of my past
bringing back these memories
i wish i didn't have
sometimes i think of letting go
and never looking back
and never moving forward so
there would never be a past
just washing it aside
all of the helplessness inside
pretending i don't feel so misplaced
is so much simpler than change
it's easier to run
replacing this pain with something numb
it's so much easier to go
than face all this pain here all alone