Memories, suffocating me.
Trying to find the answer,
Lost in my own conscience,
Interrogation brings back memories I don't want to see.
Look to the fields of broken dreams,
Planted, growing, burning down,
Revised and replanted yet useless,
No one realizes what it means-
To me.
All this is useless,
Can't I change it all for the best,
Or is it helpless,
Am I on the road to insanity,
Turn around and now I'm looking up the road of reality.
Mother can't you see,
These dreams mean everything to me,
Yet they're gone,
And now I'm no one.
Dead inside, looking for the light,
It just burnt out,
No one hears me shout
In the dark, all alone, revising my life,
Is this it, the end of a nightmare,
But something tells me to get back in there.
Do I really have something to live for,
Or is it an awaiting,
A bubble ready to burst,
Exploding over me,
Destroying my will to be waiting,
While it's raining over me,
Go on,
Looking for new belief,
Sheltered by past belongings,
Just to find relief,
Following myself to nowhere,
I remember on thing,
Life is never fair.
You just live with what you have,
Even if that means nothing,
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Following myself to nowhere,
I remember one thing,
Life is never-
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
