Echoes

Cold, so cold
My grip is failing
I can't take control

Once again
I stand here
Staring at an empty wall

I wrap myself in crhistmas lights
Just to see if I get out
Of the darkness

Warmth of the sun
Is a distant memory
Of all those summers
I spent on the beach

The wind blows
Palm tree's leaves
The sea is calling me in
The moon, the stars
The bright deep blue of the sky

I miss so much the things I didn't live
I miss even more the things I can't remember
The feeling in the back of the head
Echoes from the past

Time has stolen everything
I've been robbed more times that I can count
Moments once alive
They're shot dead before my eyes
Parts of me cruelly pulled away

Shattered figures, broken glass
Hazed horizon, pitch black past
White page, whitepaint
I don't know how to proceed from here

The warmth of the sun is long gone
Oh the summers
I won't ever feel them again

I miss so much the things I didn't live
I miss even more the things I can't remember
That feeling in the back of the head
Echoes from the past

Atecipating, plans gone all wrong
Failures, more failures, I'm done everlong
I'm seriously almost giving everything up
At this point I am blatantly cheating the death of my own

I miss so much the things I didn't live
I miss even more the things I can't remember
That feeling in the back of my head
Echoes from the past