Framed

"Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again." - Willa Cather (1873-1947)

Lifeless in a matching frame with a smile for all to see
The remembrance of those better days seems like yesterday to me
Hold that thought and relive the day
Don't blink or it will fade away
And when it does it won't return to embrace my days of sorrow

Away from the spell in my mind
From the corner of the room
I watch me find myself
In tears and trying to hide from the fiends and finds
And the evil that men do

What once was bright and colorful turned slowly into sepia
Strange things that like to fill the spaces of my memory
Side by side, I'm looking out
Two different angles share one doubt
Forever share that company in secret desperation

Always thought my eyes had sight
The only thing that I was right about
Now it seems my left was right
My sense of smell, my evening fright was timed
Soundtrack of my life, the soundtrack of my life
Is played in front of me until I'm dead

Through the iris diaphragm to become my friend for later
Anxiously I'm waiting now with some kind of fascination
Looking out, focusing
To catch the feelings from within
I'll watch the world moving on and remain in isolation
Behind the glass a cloudless sky and a sun that shines forever
The silent scene it captures me and makes me sad
So sad

Away from the spell of my mind
From the corner of the room
I watch me find myself
Trapped inside and trying to hide from the fiends and finds
And the evil that men do

Always thought my eyes had sight
The only thing that I was right about
Now it seems my left was right
My sense of smell, my evening fright was timed
Soundtrack of my life, the soundtrack of my life
Is played in front of me until I'm dead