my steps are mine but feel misplaced i’ve memorized this empty space no questions left no voice to guide just static thoughts i try to hide the weight i feel was never mine i carry echoes out of time the silence isn't peace at all it's just the space before i fall i keep my hands where i can see as if that proves there’s still a me the silence speaks in crooked tones and leaves me here with no way home still awake but out of reach the world moves past without my name each face i know still feels the same i play the part and hold my place but nothing fits this borrowed face i feel the pull beneath my skin but nothing shows what lies within the seconds stretch then fall apart each beat delayed inside my heart i keep my hands where i can see as if that proves there’s still a me the silence speaks in crooked tones and i can’t find the way back home still awake but out of reach the thoughts unravel line by line no thread remains that once was mine i reach for something i can feel but all that’s left just isn’t real i hear myself but i’m not sure it’s me i keep my hands where i can see as if that proves there’s still a me the silence grows it pulls me in and i forget what i have been still a me pulls me in
