Its the eyes in the dark
i avoid when i walk
its the bones on the floor
that reminds me of chalk
its the whisper in the wind
that keeps me looking in the past
its the stars in the sky
that reminds me to not go back
its the experiences I've gone through
that tell where i might go
its your memory I've adored
that is painted on my soul
its a dark and stark void
as i struggle to walk through
its a shining bright palace
with skys of crystal blue
it is, as they say
a chance to move along
but it isn't like they think
cause everything just turns out wrong
its not at all what you would think
but cliche all the same
if love is not a hoax
then its nothing but a game
