I've been trying to walk out of my past.
Left behind I'm always the last.
I think it's time to let go of this fear
And try to find a way out of here.
I've got to clear out my head from this mess.
It brings me down and leaves me in stress.
I think that with you I made a mistake.
Now I'm motionless in empty space.
Were you scared to be closer to me?
What did you fear?
I let you near but you brought me down here.
... Holding Me Back, Buddahead