Listening to my memories collapse on the floor.
it's music to my withering soul.
Never had a feeling without doubt,
but my heart is cold, All ideas ran out.
I've got a lot of actions still inside,
Gotta fool all the hatred,
....and swallow all my pride.
There has never been a place more like home.
I used to call it mine, and believe I'd never roam.
but...lately I've been worrying....
If I was lost during those times.
Out of this world, I've been running all my thoughts.
Simple like pain, but it's always been hard to gain
I've been trying to get out of what I think I love the most.
this I call, from me to you, am I the parasite, or host?
Listen to the walls, are they calling out my name?
Do I have the strength? should I even care?
if I had more time? would I do it all the same?
Who out there is with me, are we tired of the game?
it's never enough to be "just fine"
I've had trouble just to share.
truth of how we came to be, is written in the air.
but for now,
I'll go to sleep,
I'll take a bow,
I' won't say a peep.
I'll close my eyes,
Say all my prayers,
save my why's.
and let the dreams begin.