• I wake up, normal as I can be, God Seems to know What I do, What I say, What I see,
    Yet there is something I lack inside, Is it a soul? Is it a mind?
    It could be, It couldnt be, It Could be something else,
    Somehow I always think, Ive lost part of myself,
    Yet whenever I pray, this feeling will stay,
    Maybe I will change, Someday...

    I woke up one morning, and yet I felt strange.
    I knew something inside of me changed,
    So I left my bed, and looked in the mirror,
    But sadly instead of change, something disappeared.

    I lost something precious, something inside.
    A very young part of my mind,
    As it left me, I started to cry,
    And I felt memories of my childhood die,
    So to stop this pain, I walked into the rain,
    To see if I could remember myself,
    But I felt unsmart, I had broken my heart,
    For doing this, only meant I had changed.

    So I walked home, my head facing down,
    My once youthful smile had become a frown,
    And yet I felt that something good had changed,
    Because once I got home, I started to feel strange.

    I ran to my room, and started to look,
    After some searching I found a old book,
    It looked familiar to me, and had on it, my name,
    But when I opened it, I started to feel pain.

    The book contained bad memories of my past,
    That I thought that would hopefully never last,
    I shouldnt of tryed to return what was gone,
    Because this new old pain will really last long.

    I put down the book, Dark memories entering my head.
    I managed to resist ripping it to shreds,
    Because if I ripped it up, I Would lose my past,
    Even if dark, I want it to last.

    I walked to my bed, and went to sleep,
    Without doing cliche things like counting sheep,
    When I opened my eyes, It really did seem,
    That I had actually woke up inside my dream.

    This dream contain things of the past and the present,
    Mental visions that something had sent,
    As I saw these things, I started to feel strange,
    And something inside me began to change.

    This change was not bad, yet it was not good,
    It made it so that I understood,
    That then is then, and now is now,
    If I could of changed, I wouldnt know how,
    So I started to stop thinking of my old past,
    But then I realized that it really didnt last.