It  ain't always fiction
And you' ll feel that friction
When you get dragged across...
... those memories
That are as rough as cobblestone
And you know that means you
really are...  really really really are
all alone

Bleeding like rain from all your wounds
That you ignored  
Or tried to - for so long
Like trying to find happiness
While listening
Listening to the saddest tunes

Cant ever really dance
When you are broke in half
No matter how hard you try
Cannot turn those painful days
Into good nights by trying to fake a laugh

When you know
That you still leave a trail
Everywhere  you go
from the sharp edge of each fine detail

When you are being dragged
over those
Cobblestone memories
as it keeps all
those wounds bleeding - just like water flows

And you know...OH YEAH!
Yeah you really know
That it will take some time
To allow your SELF to really heal
Both your body and your mind
Until one day
You take a chance
and glance behind ...To find
exactly what you need
That you did indeed... manage to succeed
In weathering out the storm

Because ...BECAUSE...

though the wounds do still exist
you see that they no longer bleed
Cobblestone ...Cobblestone
Time to allow my memories
To stand on their own
Whatever they turn out to be
Whatever they turn out to be....TO ME!