My mind is full of things
Good things
Bad things
Kind things
Mean things
But once you go deeper
Into that room...Pit
All those pent up, built up memories and shit
Lets go up those creaky wooden stairs
With cobewebs and ghosts of people ensnared
Open the door with a squeak and a boom
Then quickly you look into the room
Boxes and boxes stacked up high
Looks like someone tried to save all their old memories
And you turn and hear a small whisper
And the attic speaks to me
Brushing it off like it was nothing
Continuing your desperate search for something
Nothing
Something?
Everything
Still you search the boxes
Empty and webbed
Looks as if theyve been dead
These boxes look sad and damp
And you turn on a small lamp
You see a girl, dressed in white
Lying on the ceiling, pale and light
Lying there, staring into nothing...
As if you werent there
A silent stare...
Losing life,
Losing light...
You help her down, she falls to the floor on her knees
Begging
Pleading
Looking
Bleeding
She stares up at you with a thank you look in her eyes
Thanking her saviour, she smiles and cries
I wake up in a small bed
Lying lonely in my head
Knowing it was just a dream
Too good to be true...
And slowly i look through,
Through the window, through my eyes
For once i saw the light
Finding that hope
Finding bright
Looking at the sky
Looking for you, looking
Searching, trying to find your face
Then suddenly looking over at the clock
Half past 12:00am
And i see you
Time
All i needed
This whole...
Time...
