How do I know what's left of me?
Or if anything's left at all?
Where do I find what's left?
And if I do, will that be all?
If I find the answers I seek
To the questions I ask,
Will they heal me?
Or would it be too much to ask?
Is that the smile I wore?
Or is that the tear I shed?
If I find them both,
Will I be whole, or ripped to shreds?
So many dreams crushed
So many moments lost
If I could resurrect them,
Will my life they cost?
Could I just walk away?
Fight no more, just go off the track?
Can I lose myself for ever
So that I can have myself back?
