Running through secret woods
Dirt smeared against our cheeks...

I left so many people behind
So many memories left now confined...

You don't belong here, you're simply put up with
Stop kidding yourself, you matter? As if...

Everyday talk of the future
The future of everyone but me...

Singing reaches my ears
From the strumming of a guitar...

Listen to the wind
whipping through the wild wood...

Over the years I have drifted
in and out...

Regretfully ignorant of your own perceptions
of us...

I remember what spring
used to be like there...

Retreating into silence
A world thats all my own...

How is life suppose to end,
filled always with dread...

Every time I see you,
it makes it harder to live...