Alone I lie, Cold, Misconstrued, My grip is lost on that which is real, Crystal clear A memory, I recall constantly, It comforts my loneliness And fills my empty space, Cold, misconstrued, Alone I lie, My grip is lost on that which is real, I lie to myself, Repeatedly, I act as if it still exists, When deep down I know the truth, Taunting myself, Prepared for a fall, With the hole in my heart, I feel I deserve I visualize with positive thoughts, I wallow, subconsciously, Picture perfect in my head, Fading slowly. I cling to which does not exist. I cling to which does not exist. I recollect the warmth we shared, It helps me relax and prepares me for what lies ahead. Another day... Another day... Another day...