The past is such a confusing thing. Everyone insists that you must learn from it and push forward with what you have learned. But what if you can’t move forward? But what if you find yourself unable to move forward? What if the past is etched in your memory, with all the pains it has inflicted on others?
It’s surprisingly easy for me to push through my own pain and hurt. Yet, moving beyond the hurt I’ve caused others feels utterly impossible. The weight of knowing that someone out there carries the burden of the choices and actions I made is something I can’t escape.
It’s unfair to them. It’s unfair to the world. No matter what I have tried, I am stuck. I feel empty and hurt knowing what I have done.
Lately I’ve been living in a still framePictures from the past that I cannot changeStuck on replayCan’t turn off my brain‘Cause lately I’ve been living in a still frameOf memories that only wanna kill meThe only escape is not being awakeLiving in a still frame
Trying to find the escape…. any way that is possible.