I am but a memory lost,
An empty shell of who I was.
As I slowly turn,
Step by step,
I tremble on the edge of reality
And cling to my last shred of sanity.
The withered leaves of fall
Have nothing on the blooms of spring,
A time for new beginnings
And another�s end.
This time has gone so fast,
And it�s becoming a trend.
I was an actor up in lights,
Never breaking the fa�ade.
Putting on a show
For those who did not know.
And now that I�m finally free,
It�s the scariest thing to be.
This time has meant so much
And yet so little.
I desperately cling to the past,
Distant memories,
Lost and forgotten.
Must start anew.
