There is no reason,
I can't know why.
When we try to comprehend, our dreams just pass us by
I'm just tired, I'm too old
Flip through pages to find clarity:

Nothings ever meant to be.

I know I lack conviction
I've got too much pride
To admit the way to win this game
is to never know your side

Hello old friend,

Do you see me?

I can't see me anymore
can't feel me anymore

I remember summer nights and drunken fights
with those who took their lives
and in my dreams we've talked again
like I'm talking here with you

I've heard the sound of death before,
its imprinted in my soul
though many a shrink has told me
moving forward makes us whole.
But I've seen death before
heard him knocking at my door
and I've lost both friends and enemies
to his voice that haunts my dreams.

Maybe this imprint is a reminder
An echo of a life.
The pain that I hold onto
to keep memories alive.
I pray on my final day
my mind can find its peace
and let go of this sound I know
before letting go of me.

I'll let go of the sound I know.
Before letting go of me.