I'm stuck in the past
And everything's moving so fast
Accepting these changes is no easy task
Because before things were simpler, and now they are hard
And I can reach five years past in a matter of a yard
And I often catch myself lost within a memory
Feeling completely detached from the world like a demaree
Time moves faster and faster, often passing me by
And I'm frightened by it's speed, as I gaze upon my own reflection, that which I try to deny
Because he cannot be me, but he is me, it's clear to see
And with all the changes occurring every minute, the only link to the past lies within memory