Shoes worn down by the sands of time
As the marching of feet chimes...

In the dark recesses of
my mind there's a thought...

I always pretended to be a gentle spirit.
Yet too stubborn to realize I exceeded my limit...

Who I am now
And who I use to be...

Searching through my mind
Visions are going blind...

Lurking in the crevice of my heart,
Is a broken dream as fragile as glass...

What would happen if i disappear?
Will anyone know...

I'm so afraid of being forgotten.
I can already feel the lonliness creeping...