It seems today in this world
Reality is in non-existence...

Another painful memory comes
Here we go again...

Echoes of your voice
Have told me that I've seen...

I see your face again
That mesmerizing beauty...

Throughout my struggles and strife
I've questioned my purpose...

Waking up at Christmas morning
My mother wasn't there...

You catch me staring from across the room
We've never spoken, but I like your shoes...

It seems that whenever I write
It all runs blurry, despite...

I find myself staring,
I'm lost in you again...