echoes

everything that could have been
it's not what it was before
now that everything's closing in
it's not safe here anymore
i wish i was there to see

echoes
of what i used to be
echoes
of what you've done to me
echoes
echo
echo

what would i do if i could?
what i should do if i would?
in my every nothing
it all somehow meant something
but that's irrelevant now
because i lose everything
a thought starts to grow and breed
the warnings i don't believe

echoes
of what i used to be
echoes
of what you've done to me
echoes
echo
echo

and they will never get me
i hope they will forgive me
i will never forget this
and maybe a time will come
when i'll learn to regret this
but...
it'll be too late to let go
it's too small in here to echo