Save Me

Why do I always look behind instead of looking forward?
I keep on walking but I cannot see, I don't know what I'm, walking toward,
I do not look to the front of me, I go through life so blind,
I dwell of things left in the past, in empty thoughts I spend my time,
I cannot turn around now for I've become so damn attached,
Like a fish to water I'm dependant, like a lock on a coffin I'm latched,
I've looked behind so much in fact, that my future is in my past,
I cannot find something here to hold, nothing there to catch my grasp,
Now and then I find something, and hang there by a thread,
Then someone comes along and cuts it, I'll fall until I'm dead,
All I do is climb, then fall right back again,
I fall until the chance appears to catch somebody's hand,
I think their going to pull me up, so I do my best to help,
Then something from the back of me, pulls be back to my little hell,
You don't know what it's like in here, deep inside my thoughts,
When people think I'm mad at them, most likely I am not,
When I'm trapped deep inside my thoughts, my cares just sit inside and rot,
I'm never really mad, I just revert to the hatred that's locked inside of me,
That never really makes it out, and never gets set free,