i mean,

i used to know someone like you.

yeah,

i remember how you hurt yourself

i recall the times you punched your nose

just to see you bleed.

i know you hated what was in you,

and the hatred mixed with fear.

and the times you'd drink those pills

all the pills

what happened to that letter that

you wrote with your blood?

was it ever delivered?

yeah,

i used to know someone like you.

when you thought that hell never had

an end.

and you swore that there was no other way out.

and you begged to whoever came cross

your pit of emotions

to free you.

you never realized that you were your own salvation.

don't fool yourself,

why didn't you know?

everything has its end.

now i see you and i know you remember me.

because i told you it would change

someday.

and now you're just like me.

and everythiing that happened to you

only made you who you are today.

yeah,

i know exactly who you are.

you're that person

who walked into hell

and back

and learned how to smile.

and you asked me

what happens to the past?

where does it all go?

and i look at you and my eyes begin to cry

and i whisper...

sometimes you can hear that voice,

that familiar voice that cried

and it's far, far away.

and then in an instant you

can almost touch the flames that burned through to your soul,

the ones that left that void.

but then you realize

that you left that all behind.

and a familiar voice in you reaches out to the whimpering wind

and you say,

i knew you...

i mean,

i used to know someone

just like you.

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