constant battles going on inside always getting caught up in before but they come creeping back when im walking ahead and i feel content push self destruct when we had enough where i call home sits empty a witness to my life in a third person view a witness to my life i just cant take control retrace my steps year after year feel it in my soul im not content alarm clocks ring and its groundhog day lost in maps that represent my life its dragging on, dragging on sanctuary of dead ends thats where I...