All the people I have ever known
Gather around inside me
Remain forever as a distant memory
Never forgotten
So mysterious how I knew you yesterday
But today you are just an illusion
I often ask the question:
Did you really ever exist?
It seems like all the people I have ever known
All disappear, yet today they seem so real
But when it comes to the end, they are all dreams
Just another form I have invited in my life
Just another aspect of myself
Are they all outside of me
Or inside of me?
When the day is gone and I lay in the dark of night
All that is left is me
Always at the end of every road I have ever traveled,
The only thing
I ever find is me
At the end of my life, the only one left is me
One day when I am gone, will I still be?
What about all the ones I love?
Each and every one of them
Where do they all go?