I miss me.. Miss the noise. Miss the colored dreams. And rings.. And screams. Miss the pain of love and tragedy. It's time to decide.. How should I live each tomorrow - like the first day or the last. With silence in the sunshine or music in the darkness. Either way I'll be ok as long as when I get there I'm with you. You make me wanna live again. But what is life without knowing who I am. It's time to decide.. How should I live each tomorrow - like the first day or the last. With silence in the sunshine or music in the darkness. This peace inside is killing me - I think it might be time to leave. Feel the floodgate start to break and crash away the wall. And I awake with you. The first sight in these eyes I want is you