The Struggles of Yesterday (3:57)
Words and Music by Matt Ventresca (2005)

Communication, not aggravation.
It stays, 'cause this ain't the place for me.
Having no patience.
My mind still racing to change that something you can't replace.

The time escapes me, still more awaits me.
To face the answers too far away.
Well I can't taste it, but still I chase it.
No stain of what I'm supposed to gain.

My eyes start glazing, my vision's breaking.
It fades, the colours all turn to grey.
Why should I break free when it can't make me forget the struggles of yesterday?