feelings of the lost forsake yet another soul to guide them to a fate left for the fallen ones who i still relate consistent in their plot my memories what do they mean to me lost in a continuous thought what is it to be free as the night falls we make our escape deep into the dreams and lives of those we feel for past lives which time creates can i just make it on my own leave me here so i can keep my will in stone i take this will of mine and strip myself to nothing think of a situation where if you die tomorrow you ll awake a never ending dream eventually everything will have been seen but is my state of mind really who i suspect i am perpetual transmutation from my inner self to what i m meant to be i m still seeking an end let this be the end can i just make it on my own leave me here so i can keep my will in stone i take this will of mine and strip myself to nothing every day harder to live with myself try to keep it all away and nothing can compare to living with my actions this time feel the water rising stop it sinking on my own so repent drowning on my own i ll stop it and the light will guide me to who i was because i will forget who i am for the chance to be whole again and i know i will be left alone