The Chase is Over
The time that I’ve wasted is my biggest regret,
spent in places I’ll never forget.
Sitting and thinking about things I’ve done,
the crying, the laughing, the hurt and the fun.
Now it’s just me and my hard driven guilt,
Behind a wall I allowed to be built.
Trapped in this cell and wanting to run,
back to my youth with laughter and fun.
But the chase is over and there’s no place to hide,
everything is gone including my pride.
With reality suddenly right in my face,
I’m scared and alone stuck in disgrace.
I ask myself why and where I went wrong?
I guess I was weak when I should have been strong.
I pretended to be rugged, so fast and so cool.
When I was actually lost like a blinded old fool.
I really am tired of this foolish game,
of acting real hard with no sense of shame.
What my future holds I really don’t know,
But the years I’ve wasted are starting to show.
I hope I can make it, I have to at least try,
because I’m headed towards death and I’m not ready to die.