Reflection

The days turn to weeks and seasons pass in the blink of an eye. With all the time that passed I think myself got left behind.
I don't want to look at my reflection and not recognize the person staring back at me. But I'm getting scared because with each day gone it feels like there's nothing left of what I used to be.

I couldn't tell you exactly when I just gave up. When I let the apathy get the best of me and I stopped giving a fuck. And now I feel so useless, can't dig myself out of this rut.
Complacency occupies the space that my passions used to take up. I don't want to look at my reflection and not recognize the person staring back at me.

But I'm getting scared because with each day gone it feels like there's nothing left of what I used to be. No, I won't let this get the best of me.
No, I can't let this get the best of me. No, I'm not dead yet. No, I can't turn away when I've still got so much left to say.