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Am I living in a memory?

Is my present just your past?

Am I the eyes of a yesterday me?

Is it too late to say not so fast?

'Cause every single step

is a step toward the next

and I can't ignore the footprints anymore.

'Cause every single mess

is a mess to regret-

what am I bleeding all these words out for?

If I told my story

who would listen to the lines

where the ink was splotched with tears

and I lied and said "I'm fine"?

If I told my story

who would read all the footnotes?

Would anybody take the time

to emphasize in their mind

the words that I italicized

in font size nine?

Sometimes I feel like skimming, swimming

through the pools of light dimming, slimming

and I can't help my pen from scribbling

what happens when you use lemonade to water all your lemons?

If I told my story

who would listen to the lines

where the ink was splotched with tears

and I lied and said "I'm fine"?

If I told my story

who would see all the footnotes?

Would anybody take the time

to emphasize in their mind

the words that I italicized

in font size nine?