In the dark of night I see her In the shadows of night she lingers Eyes piercing the smoke of yesterdays dreams Stabbing the life out of my lungs With the nightmare of truth With the longing for honor With the screaming memories Not of what used to be But of used-to-coulds When she appears All that is left is the grit at the bottom of the cup of life The leftover flavor of dreams gone by The reality that I am not what I could have been That dreams torture reality with rainbows and lullabies With pastel hues of perfection In the dark of night I see her In the shadows of night she lingers The girl I almost was