Premonitions
Embracing Change: A Tale of Loss and Redemption
Lyrics
I could sit and count my losses
Reflecting on the things I've lost
I've had to watch the time fly by
Watching time pass quickly
I hold my breath and close my eyes
Feeling tense and shutting off from reality
I know you're sick of second chances
Realizing you're tired of being given chances
Another day of wasted time
Another day wasted without progress
I will not ask
Choosing not to seek assistance
You to stay behind
Not asking you to stay with me
I swore I saw this coming
Anticipating events before they happen
I'm losing everything
Experiencing loss of everything important
And every moment wasted
Each wasted moment fuels my indifference
Feeds my apathy
My lack of action is strengthening my lack of interest
If all that's past is prologue
Past events determine what's to come
You'd think I'd turn the page
Should have moved on, but holding onto the past
I burn away the entries
Erasing memories but refusing change
But still refuse to change
Unwillingness to adapt despite efforts to erase
When will my stories told
When will my life stories be more than just desires for control?
Be more than wishing for control?
Aspiring for a narrative beyond seeking power
I could throw it away
Considering discarding everything
Maybe I could start again
Possibly contemplating a fresh start
I'm tired
Feeling exhausted
Of trying
Weary from persistent efforts
To be your savior
Trying to be someone's rescuer
If I let this go
Considering releasing a burden
Would you finally forgive me?
Hoping for forgiveness by letting go
Please just let me go
Requesting freedom to be forgotten
So you can finally forget me
Asking to be let go for the sake of being forgotten
If all that's past is prologue
Past experiences influencing the present
You'd think I'd turn the page
Repeating the pattern of not moving forward
I burn away the entries
Erasing history but resisting change
But still refuse to change
Continuing to resist change despite efforts
I know there's something missing
Sensing a void or something absent
I know I've lost my way
Realizing being off-track or lost
Why should I keep the fight up
Questioning the purpose of continuing to struggle
When there's nothing good in me?
Perceiving a lack of positive qualities within oneself
I swear I saw this coming
Anticipating events before they happen again
I'm losing everything
Experiencing loss of everything important again
And every moment wasted
Every wasted moment reinforces indifference again
Feeds my apathy
Each moment of inaction feeds disinterest again
If all that's past is prologue
Reflecting on how the past shapes the present
You'd think I'd turn the page
Should have moved on, but holding onto the past again
I burn away the entries
Erasing memories but refusing change again
But still refuse to change
Unwillingness to adapt despite efforts to erase again
I still refuse to change
Continuing refusal to change
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