where did we start?
i lost the mark we had left there.
and every time you push me away,
somehow you kick my memory into gear.
and why i keep pushing for this to be real, is suddenly clear.

i remember when it felt good to feel this way.
before everything was destroyed in front of my face.
when the excitement was unbearable. and the light of hope was as bright as i had ever began to see.
and i remember when it felt good to be this way.
chasing something that never seemed to escape.
so now i can feel it sliding right through my hands and i can't seem to get it back on track.
can you take me back to this place?

how did this end?
but for the sake of my sanity can we not talk about it?
because every time i let my brain wander back,
and it feels a little better, when i let my feet step back.

and i know, that soon it will hurt again.
disguising the truth with what i had imagined then.
but how good it felt to still have the spark of hope, that now seems so far.
so what if i live in a world that i've built.
and if im alone, and it's not even real.
so what if i have turned myself into a fictional character, and created your side of the conversation the way i wish i heard them. how many people can do that and still feel okay? well i feel okay. at least for today.

no words can really describe it. i try to find them, but theyre non existent. but when i look back on how i felt about you then. the words come spilling out, and the visions so vivid that suddenly i am in love with the person i created. can you create them with me?