I was a different person when I thought these things
Oh that she could return to me now, and shake me from who I have become
This mind is futile in many things
I cannot remember all that has passed before my eyes
Concrete is poured in, to the cracks in my memory
There are so many holes and yet the faces remain the same
The faces in the back of the mirror, the faces on the other side of the window
And the faces that I know I would see if I opened my eyes in the night when I am paralyzed with fear
The dreams then come and go, and come again to haunt me
The fear she is here and she stays settled in my stomach
I remember much, but it is still to little
I was but a child but I did not know
I am grown now but still I do not know
Such I have become that which is inbetweeen
I am threaded between memories and reality
That I have felt but cannot remember the taste on my tip of my tongue
Do you know of me or why I made these scars
Have you seen me in the dark of night daring not to move a muscle
I could bang my head against the wall again
Counting up until the hundredth time
I clench my hands to draw blood from my palms
So that it will match the scarlet and ebony of my wrists and soul
I am made of dreams
The paint the wall of my mind
I am made of memories
They claw their way out my eyes

Oh the wolves still chase me
And the faces appear
This is life, and this is fear