I'm stuck dreaming,
In a dull room.
Not a sound comes in here,
Not a sound comes out.
The sun doesn't visit,
The moon can't rise.
Time passes,
But it's impossible to tell.
Shadows don't even hide.
All that is here is forgotten.
Be it emotions,
Or memories.
All that is here,
Can't hope to be remembered.
Left in this room,
Are things that used to be
Important.
But sadly none of it
Have hope of being remembered.
Along with me.
I'm just a memory,
Possibly old feelings.
While I wish I'd still be of use,
The fact that I'm here,
Means I'm useless.
Like an old fear.
Or a bad friend.
I'm better off forgotten.
