I can see myself tucked in and fast asleep,   looking all peaceful, but in my dreams I weep.   From far up, I'm looking down upon myself,   and I wonder who it is that's lying there.   I feel like in a world all beside myself,   afraid I won't wake up, with no one there to care.      I know someone used to watch me in my sleep,   but some things seem just impossible to keep.   I fight hard to bring it back into my mind,   but to no use, it all seems to be a blank.   I wonder what it was that had me defined,   but one thing I know...I have myself to thank.      I feel like I have amnesia,   but I know it's myself I've lost.   I wonder what's happened so far,   and what might have been the cost.      I'm not sure I want to know   any of the things I've done.   I don't know yet where to go,   but I'll accept my past is gone.      I feel like I have amnesia,   and I've missed the heavenly host.   I'm surprised I've come this far,   living without what I need most.      I don't think I can go back   to the things that were before.   Though I'm now always wearing black,   I don't bemoan my life of yore.      I wake up and feel like I should be at home,   but I do not know this, it's not where I belong.   My head is dazed and my mind is all confused,   and I'm not quite sure that I'm really there.   But the mirror shows me looking out, bemused   into a blank place that could be anywhere.      I feel like I have been left out in the cold,   and it hurts to know that this is all my fault.   I leave this place to find familiar ground,   but the whole world seems to have been rearranged.   Now my former self is nowhere to be found,   and I know that it's myself that's changed.      I feel like I have amnesia,   but I know it's myself I've lost.   I wonder what's happened so far,   and what might have been the cost.      I'm not sure I want to know   any of the things I've done.   I don't know yet where to go,   but I'll accept my past is gone.      I feel like I have amnesia,   and I've missed the heavenly host.   I'm surprised I've come this far,   living without what I need most.      I don't think I can go back   to the things that were before.   Though I'm now always wearing black,   I don't bemoan my life of yore.      I feel like I have amnesia.