i drempt of you last night again, and now you won't escape my thoughts. 8 years is such a long time, and at 16 years old how much do you really know? yet i knew you. your face it hadn't changed much - those eyes they still seen through me in a way i can't explain. and you were troubled all those years ago. i wish i knew back then. i could've helped you. but i was caught up too, in my own routines. fighting all that rage away with the drink and weed. oh weren't we so naive? how things have changed... can you feel the weight of the world on your shoulders? i can feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. i can feel the weight of getting older - as i drift away...

how many times can i keep having the same dream? how many times over will i keep seeing these same scenes? trapped in the past is not where i want to be. the last thing you told me was that the future belonged to me. and i don't doubt it. it's just hard to see; beyond all the brick walls dividing this society. because when i wake up, it's not your eyes i see - it's all these brick walls built up surrounding me. you said "the city's a machine - it'll do whatever you tell it to, your future is unwritten, stop letting it stamp over you. you need to wake up! you need to wake up!

...and take it back."