Memoirs Of

Tracing skeleton hands
Burning photographs covered in dust
Likefootprints in the sand
Oceans of tears drowning memories of us

Nobody sees who we really are
We're all lost in a sea of strangers
Glimpses of life like the view from a fast car
Unaware of the dangers

Turn the fine-focus wheel on your eyes
Take your time, look into mine
Now you know my reasons why
I could never have been fine

You never really knew me
Yopu nevre took the chance to see
I'm tired of being lonely
I want to be seen clearly