what's left of me

[imagine831]

i'm lost
without a way
i don't know where i'm going
i only know where i've been
i feel like i'm left this person
just a small piece remains
the rest of me scattered in places
where i have been
pieces of me
are left with people
who i have known

what's left of me isn't so bad
'till i reminisce and feel sad
cuz who i was is so much better
than who i'm going to be
i wonder if i could look and find
the pieces of me that were mine
or if i'm stuck this way
for the rest of my time
the more places that i go
the more people that i know
i'll keep on losing the pieces
that make me who i am
i'll end up left with nothing
but my memories to tell me who i am
or who i used to be