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Still

I'm living in the past. 
I'm goin nowhere fast. 
This concept of life, I can't seem 2 grasp. 
I'm reaching, I'm reaching, I can't catch a break 
It's like im sleeping, & can't seem 2 wake. 
I call & call on God, but no answer 
How much does it take? 
I pray, day 2 day for heaven's sake 
Painful memories of the past, 
I can't seem to shake 
It's like im walking, running, in place. 
Regret haunts me 
He stares me in the face. 
I can't fight him off, 
I have no mase. 
I'm standing still in a memory pit 
I'm daydreaming, 
Reality hasn't hit. 
I wonder what if 
What coulve been 
I need to smell the coffee, just a wiff 
I swear, I can't win. 
Save me from the postion im in 
At a standstill, 
Yet my mind is moving 
I just need the courage, the will 
I need 2 move forward, but I fear losing
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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