• Every night before I go to sleep,
    I lie on my bed and stare up at my blank walls.
    I try to imagine the future,
    But right now,
    It is as blank as those walls.
    All I can see is a past,
    A past I barely even recognize.
    All I can see is a past,
    My past,
    My past I long to forget.
    Every night when I stare up at my walls,
    I try so much to remember,
    I try so much to forget.
    The past I always see isn't gone,
    Not from my own mind.
    The past I always see isn't gone,
    It hasn't left my thoughts.
    As I stare I remember,
    All of the things,
    I want to forget.
    Those walls are blank.
    Only for now they stay that way.
    But I shall rebulid it,
    Rebulid with my own future.
    At last those walls shall be filled,
    With a future of my own.
    A future you haven't planned out,
    Will be mine forever.
    It will erase the past.
    When I stare up every night,
    I'll finally be able to understand.