There is no feeling inside I can call my own. I cannot reap the seeds, that I've never sown. And even if it feels, like this body is real, I try to face the truth and fulfill my destiny. I am just a memory of a life I've never lived. I am just a memory of the gifts I cannot give. and even if I wanted to, I could never be like you. There is nothing to me, I am just a memory. I will continue on. I will..... I will continue on I will continue on I will............................