The thoughts of the past is like a vague dream.
I know it happened and true evidence shows...

It's like I'm standing on the outside,
watching everyone so naturally...

And the music my heart beats
matches the pain that i feel...

You see their beauty through the screen,
knowing that's what you'll never be...

Whispers of wind tangle through the sky,
carrying it far away...

An invisible being follows me,
haunting my every move...

The dark pen sits awkwardly as I write,
like two lovers touching for the first time...

A cool chill rolls down my spine,
as I walk down the pebbled road...

Today,
July twenty second...

The feeling of hopelessness,
that the day we dream of will never come...

I was such a fool,
to let you walk away...

You get me thinking,
my mind turning...