Best of Me

Your voice still lingers, it instills more doubt
There's no escaping, there's no way out
Of my sight and out of my mind
Need to be rid of you, I'm running out of time
In the day, in the week and the month
The clock is ticking, there will never be enough time
To escape
The past
It always catches up to you
I
Will never
Let it get the best of me