Echoes

Like photographs in black and white, there are memories I'd like to keep But the residence that is my mind, houses only thoughts that bind me So I keep wandering, till I no longer hear the echoes But in my wildest dreams, I let go And I despise the morning light, that's when I'm most terrified of my thoughts But the architect that is my mind, he swears by the walls that hide me, from me So I keep wandering, till I no longer hear the echoes But in my wildest dreams, I let go