Tryin to get whats mine...

Let me have your attention for a moment.
Maybe you'll see that my life isn't all that golden.
My past is dark and deep.
It follows me in my sleep.
When I dream.
It comes alive in my silent screams.
Could you see my life through your eyes.
See where I'm from.
And all that I've done.
See where I've gone wrong.
And this life that seems too long.
People tell me how to live the life that I have.
They tell me that I'm doin bad.
People from my past are tryin to resurface.
And that's making me nervous.
They tell me how to live the life that I have.
They tell me where I'm going bad.
They push me to my limits.
And ask for my forgiveness.
I don't have a reason to forgive.
I'm tryin to make this life I have live.
Maybe you could give me a second opinion.
Tell me how to redo this beginning.
Tell me how bad I'm livin.
My past is beginning to come back.
And my dreams are fading to black.
People keep pushing me past my limits.
And once again they ask for forgiveness.
Friends tell me to put our past in my pocket.
They question my logic.
Friends that I thought I had are no longer there.
Makes me wonder if they really care.
They don't show anything when I'm in need.
When I have something all they have is greed.
I haven't noticed.
But maybe they have alterier motives.
People from my past want to resurface.
They push me past my limits on purpose.
You know I'll see you for the liar I know you are.
You pushed me way too far.
And you've only made my life hard.
People from my past are tryin to resurface.
And that's still makin me nervous.
Tellin me how to live the life I have.
Tellin me where I'm goin bad.
They question the life I'm livin.
And ask to be forgiven.
If you could see my life through your eyes.
Then you'd be surprised.
To see where I'm from.
And everything I've done.
The past that I can't forget.
And everything I've done that I regret.
Everyone that hurt be then.
They want to try to do it again.
They're tryin to resurface.
They say it was an accident, but I know it was done on purpose.
Then I didn't really notice.
But now I see they have an alterier motive.
Their no friends of mine.
They thought I'd forget over time.
Their out to get theirs and theirs only.
And leave me to look out for me.
Like they did before.
And ask me to do it once more.
It was hard then.
And I won't do it again.
They want to lend a hand.
But they don't seem to understand.
That I remember what they want.
They want something that I've got.
My past is my worst nightmare.
People act like they were there.
They know where I'm coming from.
They don't know what I've done.
They've never seen me bleed for someone else.
And to play the cards that I've had dealt.
My past has made me dark.
My past has made me cold.
And now it's tryin to unfold.
Could you understand this pain.
Could you take the time to explain.
Why I feel all this hate.
Could you tell me how to do things right.
Could you tell me how to live my life...