I've got pictures of people I've never met
I've got pictures of places I've never seen
I've got memories of nothing
and dreams of something,
but a dream is just a dream
I've got scars I ignore like glass on the floor
The unseen doesn't mean a thing
until you try to move on, scars that are gone
hurt more than anything
I've got dates I remember, the 3rd of September
but I've forgotten what it means
The 23rd of December' I barely remember
so that leaves me in-between
In a picture I see
someone and me
and all the rest are just the same
But still I go on' whether right or I'm wrong
because I'll never live again
