To Sarah, I'm sorry:
I was sitting alone one night lost in a daze of reflection.
So many memories and so much wasted time.
It feels just like an echo and I wonder where I've been.
Asleep in some coma, tied to the bed,
waiting to be woke up.
It's all a dream, I tell myself,
but then again it all feels like an echo anyhow.
And a tear falls down my cheak,
feeling the way it used to feel.
Lost in an echo, the tears are getting heavier.
I can't seem to look past the fairy tale inside.
The legs on my ladder are starting to wobble so
I decide to climb down.
Startled and stumbling, I try to figure out
exactly where the hell I'm at,
finally realizing, I'll always hear the echo.