Blank Pages

Another year has come and passed
All the symphonies unravelled at last
And now that it has come to this
I can't decide which I'm least likely to miss

Is it my place to tear the world outside down
From the place where it belongs, under the moon, under the sun?

Lost one, what will it be?
Will you go back to the start or will you stay here?

Oh, how long has there been snow outside the cabin?
I don't really know
I haven't been out in so long
I struggle to find some substance in this time
I don't remember

And it seems so strange, so strange
I could have sworn it was only
Yesterday, Yesterday

When I could see the grass around the path that led to town
When my life wasn't upside down
When the cold wasn't part of me
A violet memory of Hearth's Warming Eve
Something's taking hours from my mind

Oh, this house smells like me
But I've never been here, how can it be?
It takes a glance to make me real again

Numb, a violet haze, so cold
All I know is
Who's that looking back at me?
If I look away and look back
Will they still be looking back at me?

Home, why can't I go back?
I'm always here, and I hurt
If you can read this, I'm not lost
I'm waiting for you here

And it seems so strange, so strange
I could have sworn it was only
Yesterday, yesterday

When I could see the rooftops of Canterlot
When dad would paint the stars around us
When chains wouldn't want to strangle me in the night
Mom and Dad and rollerskates on Hearth's Warming Eve
Something's taking hours from my mind
So many blank pages, so much time

So beautiful
It really is so beautiful
I wish
Yes
I almost wish I could write a song