Move on, that’s what they say
But if I do, doesn’t it show
We are replaceable in a way?

Meaning something today but not tomorrow
Memories replaced with the present
From the past we needn’t borrow.

I want the memory to never fade
To always fill the void left by their leaving
They meant something once, let it never degrade.

I don’t want to say goodbye
But I think I fear my own insignificance
If they can be forgotten, so can I.

All of you is what I want
Even the parts I do not like
Even the parts that hurt.
Then at least one thing in life,
One person, will be real.

I don’t care if there’s not a reason why.  
I’m going to fight until I find one,
or just make up my own.  
I’ll be my own God.  
I’ll write my own myth,
create my own universe,
proclaim my own reason for being.

A reminder that I’m nothing
A reminder that I hate
A reminder that I’m running
From that horrible thing called fate

Nothing into something, and back to nothing again
You used to make my world go round, and spin and spin and spin.
Perched between mirth and sin, we found a lovely spot
I should have surely known that we ought to come to naught.

A knock to say I’m here
A knock and she’ll appear
A knock that I desperately fear
Ringing in my ear

Deep breaths I take to let it all flush out
But each inhale brings fresh poison of doubt
I know I’ll never find her. She’s only a dream
Becoming a nightmare and a never ending scream.

Always in my corner
Always never there
Making me a mourner
Of my dearest care

It doesn’t matter what you are. You were never really there.
You’ve joined the chorus in my head singing glorious despair.
A thousands little demons, with a simple gleeful taunt
“There’s no purpose. Not at all. You’ll never find what you want.”

You’re the rhythm I have fled
The rhythm in my head
The rhythm that keeps haunting me
Until at last I’m dead