My Pass

As time tick I know my days is passing.
Every second every minute.
I try to grasp every moment.
And make it last.
I hold on tight not letting go
trying to find the place that I already know.
And still its no where to be found.
I reach for what I thought was it but
turn out to be shit.

Still trying to hold on to my pass
"Will it last?" I ask. 
I'm trying to find something new
Willing to go though.
To satisfy this emptiness that I endure.

Still holding on to my pass. 
And still asking "will it last?"
I search my heart up and down. 
Cleaning the surface of the pain that I found.
Still not believing it,
still feeding into it.
I pause take a breath.
Now how did I get into this.
I reminisce and found no clues.
Of this everlasting feud.

Here we go again me still holding on to my pass.
But this time I know it won't last.
Cause I can't keep going back that why,
my life wasn't in tact.
Let the pass stay the pass,
and keep on pressing.
Cause the future is the next second ahead 
And that will erase my P@SS!