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I can see myself tucked in and fast asleep, looking all peaceful, but in my dreams I weep. From far up, I'm looking down upon myself, and I wonder who it is that's lying there. I feel like in a world all beside myself, afraid I won't wake up, with no one there to care. I know someone used to watch me in my sleep, but some things seem just impossible to keep. I fight hard to bring it back into my mind, but to no use, it all seems to be a blank. I wonder what it was that had me defined, but one thing I know...I have myself to thank. I feel like I have amnesia, but I know it's myself I've lost. I wonder what's happened so far, and what might have been the cost. I'm not sure I want to know any of the things I've done. I don't know yet where to go, but I'll accept my past is gone. I feel like I have amnesia, and I've missed the heavenly host. Letras de cancionesI'm surprised I've come this far, living without what I need most. I don't think I can go back to the things that were before. Though I'm now always wearing black, I don't bemoan my life of yore. I wake up and feel like I should be at home, but I do not know this, it's not where I belong. My head is dazed and my mind is all confused, and I'm not quite sure that I'm really there. But the mirror shows me looking out, bemused into a blank place that could be anywhere. I feel like I have been left out in the cold, and it hurts to know that this is all my fault. I leave this place to find familiar ground, but the whole world seems to have been rearranged. Now my former self is nowhere to be found, and I know that it's myself that's changed. I feel like I have amnesia, but I know it's myself I've lost. I wonder what's happened so far, and what might have been the cost. I'm not sure I want to know any of the things I've done. I don't know yet where to go, but I'll accept my past is gone. I feel like I have amnesia, and I've missed the heavenly host. I'm surprised I've come this far, living without what I need most. I don't think I can go back to the things that were before. Though I'm now always wearing black, I don't bemoan my life of yore. I feel like I have amnesia. From Letras Mania