And I cried inside,
For something I’d lost,
Yet I couldn’t remember,
What I lost.

And I tried inside,
Remembering the forgotten,
But it only made my head hurt,
My heart ache and my soul weep.

And I lied inside,
When they asked me what was wrong,
I said only that I felt sick,
But I wasn’t.

And then I sighed inside,
‘Cause I found what I lost,
It was something sad,
Something blue and alone,
And still lost,
Even when I found it.

It was me.

And then I died inside.