I look back, but I can’t remember;
it’s too distant in my mind;
to be what you used to be to me;
to what we are this time.
Time flies by within the blink of an eye;
but it comes back to me when I dream;
the only real form of reality;
where there’s hope if you don’t believe.
But when I see you, I see nothing;
just a shadow of what couldn’t be;
you make up my existence;
but you’re a stranger to me.