Made a promise to myself

I wouldn't let the fear back in, but then I did though. Told the world I was sick of running, then went back to running what a joke. Disappointed? Yeah me too, I thought I had finally made a break through, guess not. It's the same song and dance, You've all seen it before. Darkness holds out his hand, And we walk to the floor. Every decision made, Isn't mine anymore. Like a puppet with strings, I just don't have a choice.