A change that creeped on by. We're in a shadow of what we were.

I can't remember our last kiss or the first time I missed a full day without you.

I'm a force to misunderstand; I'm a voice none can bear to hear; once I'm gone I realize I was never here.

I'm what people call hopelessly lost; I'm what the world enjoys to pound to the ground.

This world is not so round, all the roads I've walked have never been through level ground.

I can't forget your last goodbye or the last time it was "our" night.

I'm a name to be forgotten; I'm a voice that has no echo; once I shout a word that word is gone.

I'm nothing new; I'm half of what I thought I'd never be. I can't even amount to that.

Tell me a story I haven't heard, play a me a piece
that I don't know.
Show me a light without a shadow or a darkness
that's not cold.

Raise my face from the floor, show me that not all
doors are closed.
Show me the world so I can be a force to be understood;
a voice that you can hear; someone that is never gone...

... a name to be remembered; a voice with an echo;
someone that shouts at the heavens and is heard...

...something new. Show me I can be worse off without you.

I am what I'm used to; I am an everyday man in an everyday life.