If I name the pain, 
there's a chance
I'll be asked again
to explain,
just how it came to be.

The truth is,
I know the story but
it's how gullible I was
and how inactive I am
that leaves me shameful,
blame is what I have to hold.

So don't unfold your hands
and take a seat and
give all ears for me
to keep you flying high,
realized the importance
of trying, but 
trying is relative to time.

And in this case,
time has left me cold and
I'm older but I'm
no closer to answers than
I've ever been,
maybe I was actually something once...

Maybe I took much too long to decide,
it feels easier to hide undercovers
but I have to fight it.
Each and everyday I chase it away.