I've walked these halls a million timesnWith this feeling of endless repetitionnAnd it's hard to argue with thingsnThat you can't comprehend so you let gonThink in ideas and fragmented phrasesnLet the subtext take controlnBut memories are constant remindersnOf a life you used to know, nBut since let gonnI'm living it upnAnd leaving you outnnSo I hold my head upnSlowly let this feeling dienAnd forget the dream that lied to younIt took our life awaynnSo take this pen and write till it's emptynWrite the words you felt beforenThese memories were even in progressnBefore you heard of self controlnTake it back to these easier daysnWhen life was black and whitenBut now it's only gray today