I think of you, the memory remains.
Nothing is lost, nothing is gained.
Hurting inside, I cant explain.
my thoughts awake, I entertain
But the vines have covered your heart way to much.
Unsuccessful I reach out for your touch. Only to find that there is nothing left to feel and all along this becomes so unreal.
I search for you, you search for me. Nothing is lost inside of this dream. A matter of fact, the fall of the rain. And now I escape from all of this pain.
You think of you, the memory remains.
Nothing is lost, nothing is gained.
Hurting inside, you cant explain.
your thoughts awake, you entertain