The Pharmaceutical Bandit

On Moving On

If it were up to me
I wouldn’t spend all the time I don’t have
Thinking about you
I can’t tell if I’m dead inside
I’m locked in place
Looking for the answers
Afraid of what will come to me after
Once I’ve already made up my mind

Look and see, everybody’s having
The time of their lives
While I’m stuck wondering
Why the hell that couldn’t be me

And every time I try to change myself
I end up the same, only deeper in my hell
Ashamed that I failed yet again
So I stay static, remain in this position
Reaching out to anyone who will listen
Even though I don’t have anything to say

I’m blessed (and I’m cursed)
With the super power of inaction
I’ve still yet to write my own caption
Or the phrase that best describes my life
Instead I apply
Others’ definitions
Even if they distort fact with fiction
At least it’s better than having to try

If I were you
I would pull myself aside
That photograph
Torn up now, it doesn’t hide
My old wounds, I know you
And I aren’t the same as in the past
I cannot move on