When I look back, I can\'t seem to forget my past
it\'s so vivid like seeing the world after removing a mask
I feel defenseless like a lamb in the eyes of a wolf\'s pack
because it follows me like a shadow trailing behind my own tracks
and even though it\'s gone, it haunts my dreams like a battles in the memories of a soldier
forever alive when I close my eyes like repressed thoughts in need of exposure
or a distant child in need of somebody closer, to listen to their hopes
screaming for affection from a world where how to love, itself, it does not know
it impedes my bravest desires to push forward
to move on, and its weight alone is enough to break shoulders
it\'s like trying to muscle boulders, the odds are against you
and it\'s enough to make you shed tears like an applause from a venue
so, I struggle to clear my head and be optimistic
in a world that needs filters like from propaganda and false statistics
but when I look back, I don\'t forget where I\'m going
zone-out or stray on my own. I stay focused on my goals, stay
built like forts made from Rome, conquer hills steeper than mountains dipped in snow
and reflect on how much I\'ve grown to unleash wings
that feel the breeze of the skies where I\'ve flown. . . when I look back.