I don’t know who I am anymore
Or who I used to be.
I can’t feel,
Or think,
And I’m full of broken half-forgotten memories
If everyday was another tomorrow
What happens to today?
What will I be like next week?
Who do you think I am? How do people think of me?
Do they see the little child?
That was never really there but hides deep inside
You can look in my eyes and see I’m not really there
I am hiding can you find me?
I am bleeding from the inside feeding
On all my broken half-forgotten memories
And I can’t tell the reality from the lies.
And at night do I cry as so many others do
Crying for the death of their hearts
Half beating Like a drum in a rainstorm
And quickly I hear thunder
Like never before I could not ask for more.
And I am so full of lies and deceit
I don’t even know who I am anymore
Can you help me?
Help me see
All the pain you feel inside
All because of me
But I don’t matter Just like the pattern of wet leaves
On a cold autumn day sidewalk being swept
And I never really matter Just like so many others
With the same messed up point of view as me
I know how it feels like to be so empty
And the only company is the broken half-forgotten memories
Of how my life used to be
I used to matter Now my soul’s been left to shatter
Like listening to wind chimes against a window frame
Listening to all of my pain
Listening to the rain
And to make it matter all the same
Listening to all my broken half-forgotten memories again
And taking notes on going insane
I am hiding can you find me yet?
How am i to ever know.
The meaning of summer's snow.
But how am i to take away
The love that we've made.
Time will pass by.
Memories will surely fade.
But i will never forget
The love that we made.
The love that we made.
© 2006 thefairytaleheart
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