The future from the past is the present...

i lay still
as fingers trace my frame
a loving tenderness is bliss
but I'm tortured just the same

past is gone
and nothing has returned
but scars to cover over
all the places i've been burned

time made me forget
that I could be so scared
and while I lay here now
upset I'm so unprepared

open up
my gentle soul and tell me that you're not
just another indescrepency
another handprint on my heart

no one can say
no one can run away
it's chance after chance
and hopes that one day...