i remember being ther
and everything i thought
became a reality around me
everything i felt was an emotion around me
everything i wanted became fates helopin hand
i remember being there
the echoes of me
i would not say a word it would just happen
it would just be
it would jsut feel
in all divinity
in all perfection
in all entirety
id want icecream
everyone else would crave it
i would put on a black shirt so would the swhole world
i would think a happy though
there would be laughter outside my window and down the hall
i remember all these echoes
all these realities
all these visions
all these pieces of some other place
just like a dream but stuck in side of me
i remember it like yesterday
wish you would
but its different now
its different now
wanting to recreate it
to taste it
to have it again
to be there
in the perfection of my spotlight of the echoes of my
the spell of my individuality becoming the one
that everything echoes
just for like a week
and then the spotlight slides subtly and the crime scene is lost on me
ecjoes
echoes echoes of me
mansions of puzzles i wont explain
so you can be surprise when it happens
colors and angels of my ride
you wont want to miss
hidden in my soul
the sing about in the music
it s me
its me
they are my echoes of my thought
of my emotion
of my tears and fears and grandiousity
