I sit in a field
full of flowers

I'm waiting for someone
but I can't remember who

I'm hoping for something
but I can't remember what

I hope there's something
after this

But I'm not so sure
there's anything left

Sometimes I think I'm stuck
With nothing left to go back to


That maybe no one is coming
And I'm all alone

It's dark here
and far too cold

I hope there's a way out
but I don't think there is

I'm in a field of flowers
and it is my gilded cage

Bits of the past
Like puzzle pieces
You try to fit them together
But you can't make a puzzle
Without all the pieces

Memories are fragile
The cardboard pieces fall apart
Under even the slightest pressure
Water of tears
Or fire of anger

The past is like a puzzle piece
Desperately trying to put it
Back together
But you can't make a puzzle
Without all the pieces

Sometimes you think you have it
Only to realize it doesn't fit
Because you don't remember
Why can't you remember?
The pieces don't fit.

You can't make a puzzle
Without all the pieces.

Time slips through my fingers
Like sand it falls
Down, down, down
I try to catch it
But it's all in vain

I'd like to try again
To pick it back up
To turn back and redo
Maybe there's something better
But it only brings pain

I think there's something
Somewhere in this hourglass
But if there is I can't find it
I've wasted so much time
Trying to count each grain

They tried to warn me
It was a waste of time
There's no remembering
There's no fixing it
But I try again even if it's in vain