The cause to this confusion is quite clear
you left me here to die alone,
to live alone, to breath alone
time has more than raised me to live alone
the scars on my body have proved that fact
and as i sit here i see a movie of my life
reflect on the lenses of my eye
i can hear the music of my life play by in my ear
the tears of my past fall down my face
in my mouth one falls
salt is all that i can taste
darkness folds on darkness around me
the movie is now done
but i can still hear the music
the faint sounds of notes
playing over and over again
over and over and over
all i want and all i dream
is for someone to fix my mind
but alas that can never happen
and each piece of my dies
day to day to day
and then one day there will be no
pieces left to die but one
and that last one contains
the total existence of my life
and when that dies
the existence is now over
but just as a memory
and those memories
mean more to you than they do to me
so you can have them
they don't mean anything to me
not since the last piece has died
that contained my existence
i hope the memories are fun for you
for me they never were
have fun
