I can picture how it looks
A small room, a bookshelf with no books
A staircase going up, with rooms filled with who knows what
And a staircase going down filled with people who no longer know their way around

They're bumping into one another, and I find myself doing the same
kissing all the wrong people, trying to remember my name

A year has passed and so have I
The phase of partying until 2:00 has left me high and dry
Because I find myself awake for different reasons
dreaming of my future as I change with the seasons

Passing through the hot and cold,
passing my classes- doing as told
I've changed who I am now
Although that life will always be apart of me
My interests have changed, but I hope you can still see

The small room with a bookshelf and no books
The staircase going up, with rooms filled with who knows what
And that staircase going down filled with people who didn't know their way around
I hope you still see me, and everything we once used to be
And know I still care, even though I'm no longer there

It's horrifying how much I can tell you already mean to me
It horrifies me that someone can come in and make such an impact in such little time
This scares me because if you can make such an impact in such little time, what impact will you leave when it's time for you to go?

I hear the News on downstairs, because my mom is so focused on what's happening everywhere else rather than in her own household.
She doesn't see the suffering her daughter goes through as she suffers to save relationships that slip out of her fingers in the blink of an eye
She doesn't see the cuts on her wrist as the blood drips down the stairs, along with her daughter who slips by the kitchen quick enough for her phone to ring, another excuse to avoid what she can't bring up in conversation herself
She doesn't see the threats on her daughters phone as she lie awake at night reading her texts on the phone bill because she'd rather snoop on her social life, than ask herself because she knows she's embarrassed
She doesn't see these things because she chooses not too see them, she doesn't see them because her mother saw all her insecurities and she's scared that this will all some how make things worse
Little does she know, she's all that girl has anymore

She wondered where she'd be years from now
She wondered if she'd have everything she'd ever wanted
Even though she knew she wouldn't
She was realistic
Almost too much
When he told her he wanted to be with her forever
She let go, so that she could prove the impossible- wrong once again
She proved to it that the sun came up every morning and when it was time to go to bed, the sun was shining somewhere else, visiting different people

She met different people and heard their stories
She listened and dreamed until she was fulfilled with life and love and warmth
She listened until she could no longer hear
From then on- she watched until suddenly she could no longer see
She could not see and she could not hear
So from there she talked, she told her stories as well as theirs
Until one day she was empty and felt there was nothing more of her
Nothing more to give, nothing she could receive
As she lay on the bed she felt a warmth near, as if someone had been with her all this time. She felt as her hand had been lightly grabbed, she felt as it rest their, in this other souls palm. She felt herself holding hands. She felt love. And she knew she had proven herself wrong- there was a forever. Because this feeling was indescribable, this feeling was more than anything she could see or hear. This feeling was love, this feeling was forever.