I sit alone in this dark room
full of memories of the past, some of which i wish to forget
and some i wish to never forget
i see markings on the walls form the past
there they are, staring at me, staring deep into my soul
reminding me of the things i have done
and the things i have yet to do
my life is empty, incomplete and there is nothing i can do
so here i sit infornt of this wall
as each day goes by the walls seem to become more friendly
so many days have gone by sitting here that this is now my sanctuary
this is the one place i can trust,
the one place that keeps me safe
i have tried to understand what these walls are telling me
but all i see are walls, i need to look beyond,
i have to open my eyes and look at these walls as not just walls but life itself
for that is all i have, and without it i am lost
i here voices calling for me from a distance
i do not think they are for me though,
i think they are cries of others who have lost themselves to these walls, to this...room
the more i think of this room, the more i loose myself to its emptyness
i do not wish to be lost like the others, i want to find my way out
in time i will, when i am ready
when will i be ready though, how will i know, i want to know this
its hard to go on, as each day passes, the more i begin to understand
but the more i understand the more i loose myself, maybe im thinking to much
but how can i not think about it, that is all there is to think about
i have to learn to control my thoughts
let myself realize that i really have no control
so now i near the end of this, im ready to understand
and this is what i know,
this is my room, i have given it a color, a name and memories,
but also this is room has given me a color, a name and memories
we belong to eachother