Standstills

The bottle lies empty And so does my shell I couldn't try any harder And it wasn't going well I wish I only wish My actions were coherent But standstills of the past Paralyse the present Countless nights with no sleep, pouring tears to hell Trying to fly, fly higher, but I always, always fell And there are many things that I should not resent But standstills of the past paralyse the present I can't find the words And even if I did How could I see the truth How could I get it How could I possibly Understand what happened When standstills of the past Paralyse the present The bottle lies broken, my blood's escaping slowly If I turned back time things would change surely If I leave these few lines for you here as a present Will standstills of the past paralyse the present?