lost gray pictures of my past    stain greener pastures    of my future rememberance   and recognition forces me to reconsider   I am seeking    to regress and recreating   what I've found   a new beginning torn away      I'm spiraling spiraling down   empty hands on the ends    of these reaching arms need the touch    of something real       Year by year we seperate further   we are forgetting how to feel   for at the end of this long rope    I hang in wait of fading echos   uncertainty haunts my everything   I look into tomorrow and I see nothing...   so tell me how it feels to be me   I've lost so much I cannot recall my identity   I would die for yesterday not caring where    I need to go reshape relationships back into what    I used to know tomorrow is so far and    I no longer want to find a replacement for   all these pictures that are lost in my mind