Back in two thousand and three i still felt like the old me and it feels like those memories are gone so long and have faded far away and i haven't felt better in what feels like forever and i'm fearing whenever i wake up alive and clock in another day. buried by these thoughts, making a mess of my brain. it's like my eyes won't shut and i can't look away. somewhere i hit the wall and i don't recognize what became of me. somewhere i lost it all and i don't feel the flame that was burning, burning inside of me. well, today starts another in a series of bummers and its been since last summer that i felt alive and was sure i'd found my way. i must always remember there's no point in surrender and i'm loathing whenever i wake up alive and drag through another day. buried by these thoughts, making a mess of my brain. it's like my eyes won't shut and i can't look away. somewhere i hit the wall and i don't recognize what became of me. somewhere i lost it all and i don't feel the flame that was burning, burning inside of me