Here I Lay

Here I lay, shreds of me,
Cast on the floor, for the world to see.
Feeling cold, pretty numb,
Cause I don’t know what I’ve become.

Who is the stranger that knocks on my heart?
Day and night, pulled apart.
I’m filing through what I hold inside,
Beginning to wonder if I have died.

Here I am, broken hearted in the floor,
Searching for an open door.
Memories, reveries, of what I used to be.
To find myself I need the key.

I feel like running back to yesterday,
To remember who I was for one last day.
There’s a memory inside of me, blowing in the breeze,
It’s teasing me, my own personal disease.

It’s taunting me with a longing reconciliation,
I’ve become my own obsession.
I’ve misplaced my heart along with my soul,
Someone tell me where I should go.

Here I lay, shreds of me,
Feeling like chaos at its highest degree.
Feeling’s gone, not much left,
Just a thought and emptiness.

Here I am, broken hearted on the floor,
Searching for an open door.
Memories, reveries, of someone I called ‘me’,
Trying to find who I used to be.