I'm lost in a world that's all my own 

and as I stare at the clock it begins to race

not forwards but back, leaving me, in a cloudy haze

I see a familiar face, I don't quite remember, but haunting all the same,

a strange sense of comfort,

envelopes my senses,

something about the face with no name.

I remember your arms,the warmth on your skin,

but who are you now? So cold, so thin.

Naught but a memory,is all you are now