This is a place A place I don't want to be Every hour, each minute passing by Putting all I had into all that felt right A handwritten note, rediscovered A familiar song on the radio Wish I could never allow myself to play I remember the changing color of leaves I remember the gust of October winds Missing the feeling of hope Missing the comfort of promises I'm caught between too many walls In this neverending maze These years pile up on us These memories cause me to shake