How many times do I have to die,
To feel like I fit inside my skin?
The times tend to fly on by,
Over years and years,
Along with symphonies of unfamiliar faces,
They pass by my ink-stained hands.

Forgive me if I don't remember you,
It's been so long and those years that I met you,
My eyes where blinded by the rage and fear,
Something everyone knows of once in their life.

I had fallen further than ever before,
No amount of hope could've brought me home,
Do you see the burn marks,
On my red-singed clothes?

A new perspective and I love it here,
People remember me somehow and I need to say hello,
The road doesn't seem as cracked as before,
Ripped up the dead body and said goodbye to toxic memories,
You inspire me to keep on living.

Forgive me if I don't remember you,
It's been so long and those years that I met you,
My eyes where blinded by the rage and fear,
Something everyone knows of once in their life.