I turn inside of myself - look back into my past -
into nothing - the best time in life - barely present 
I wish I could go back - tell that nice little boy 
to be stronger - to be brave - bu I can't 
he had his chance 
I burn - scream - I despair on these thoughts of
the past - I realize that I had barely lived 
but just existed - it's too late now 
and my thoughts feed on this grief - the grief 
creates tears that burn my skin 
unable to ease the pain - I float in hoplessness 
for the time is gone and the boy is a man now 
the end - a beginning for everything flows and 
we live to change - live to learn 
the future's still open and to be lived like 
the past has been wasted - with hope in my heart I look forward