I'm thinking of the past too much

King of the class too much

Linking the paths and structures

The future I cast a glance too much

It passes by too much

I cannot pass this juncture

I long for where the wind's not blowing

The air is stale and the rain's not flowing

I long to see the grass not growing

I want to seize the day but I can't hold on

I'm dissatisfied I just can't fake a smile when it’s bad inside

I can't be pacified while the sands of time simply pass me by

I'm halted by my heart too much

I get entrapped too much

I'm far too fond of darkness

This world needs a firmer hand too much

I'm in the stands too much

I'm far too far from calmness

I open doors that won't stop closing

Hold onto dreams I can't see unfolding

I crawl out every day half broken

I hate each face I find myself clothed in