its crazy how a month can slip away while your not looking.
The clock is still moving, pages of the calendar are turning,
but somehow I'm stuck in the goings on of the past.
Its like a mud puddle of feelings, keeping my feet in the ground.
I'm trying to move on, but my past is consuming me.
I'm trying to push it away,
but instead its holding me down.
So here i stand watching the world spin around me,
time is going by yet I stand in my past
not moving forward,
but stuck in the "what ifs" of my past.