At the point of no return

So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell and blue skies from pain...

We are all so blind, don't let it get to your mind, it's too much information to hold.
Time can be unkind to me and it's me choosing not to break free.
Weak, weaker everyday, when you come to me, when we lay down at night, it's overwhelming.

So, stop moving foward. Stoping coming closer.
I'm not ready to leave, and I'm not strong enough to stay...