that i took that name, that i thought those things
hundreds of years have seemed to pass
and yet, i'm still here--still at the beginning
they walked on around me, never seeing me
i was the ghost to those halls roaming colorless
searching for a familiar face to call my own
someone who would hear my words as i confess
i may not be as beautiful as the one you kiss
and you may not know me as well as you know them
i may not be as weathered as the ones you miss
but i will be the best if you just stop--and let me in
wasted photographs litter this lonely heart
i have seen a million faces like the one you wear
you are all the same, just as cold and torn apart
how does it feel to be forgotten if you disappear?
i have studied you all from a vast shadow afar
walking in the darkness that follows helplessly
living between the teeth you've lied thru; yes sir
i've felt your shoes and know the laces are really dusty
i may not be as wonderful as the one you fancy
and you may not remember me ever being right here; right now
i may not be as giving as you might truly think of me
but i will be the legend if you stop to hear how
they still walked on around me, never seeing me
i am the ghost to these halls roaming colorless
searching for a familiar face to call my own
someone who can hear my words as i confess
it seems so long ago that i lived this way
that i took this name, that i thought these things
hundreds of years have passed in one seeming day
and yet, i'm still here--still at the beginning