Breaking off a piece to big. You've had it in from the beginning.    You couldn't handle what was created, and now you're stuck with no    way out... Looking for something not there, expecting something    else. To the surface it will rise. Losing faith in myself, but    there is so much more, so much left. Positioned it, to the side-    but it's not lost, it's just confined... And to the surface it    will rise, it's crawling back to haunt your mind. It's a waste of    time, wasted time. No way out... Past returns to take you right back    to the surface.