PTSD

I'm always loosing sight
To something that is right
Before me and I know
I'm lost again
I can't control

But maybe it's not in vain
And everything you go through
Means something to someone

Maybe all this pain
Will turn into something good
So we burn the bridges

Holding all the pieces we left behind
Holding all the tickets you'll pay the fine
From this mess you may find your north star
I've been wringin blood from stone so it's fine

I saw myself stucked in gray
And you were never there
I close the door behind me
So you wont see my shadow
Over you