Sometimes, I think Iíve been blind.
Maybe I was always covering up the wrongs.
Maybe Iíve never really had any good friends.
Sometimes, I just feel left behind.
Everyday, my life spins faster.
Maybe I was in slow motion before.
Maybe I was running so fast I never knew.
Everyday, finds my heart in plaster.
This time, Iím building confidence.
Maybe I could see the people in the masks.
Maybe revealing the soul will help me move on.
This time, will make more sense.
Now, I can ditch the drama at last.
Maybe Iíll find serenity in the presence of solitude.
Maybe peace comes with living away from influence.
Now, to live without the haunting past.