The Forgotten

Where in the world’s the forgotten? They’re lost inside your memory You’re dragging on, your heart’s been broken As we all go down in history Where in the world did the time go? It’s where your spirit seems to roam Like losing faith to our abandon Or an empty hallway from a broken home Well don’t look away from the arms of a bad dream Don’t look away, sometimes you’re better lost than to be seen I don’t feel strange, it’s more like haunted Another moment trapped in time I can’t quite put my finger on it But it’s like a child that was left behind So where in the world’s the forgotten? Like soldiers from a long lost war We share the scars from our abandon And what we remember becomes folklore Well, don’t look away from the arms of a bad dream Don’t look away, sometimes you’re better lost than to be seen Don’t look away from the arms of a moment Don’t look away from the arms of tomorrow Don’t look away from the arms of a moment Don’t look away from the arms of love Well, don’t look away from the arms of a bad dream Don’t look away, sometimes you’re better lost than to be seen Don’t look away from the arms of a moment Don’t look away from the arms of tomorrow Don’t look away from the arms of a moment Don’t look away from the arms of love