Pages (Am I doing right by you?)

Flipping through the pages of What used to be but never was A thought with ink and paper A time to ask a favor for yourself Am I doing right by you? What is there left to do? What's the point of speaking truth If no one is ever hearing you I recognize the faces But names have lost their places Willfully forgetting you Clinging on to something new Place yourself above all else Due to lies you tell yourself again Am I doing right by you? What is there left to do? Am I doing right by you? Did I do right by you?