Frequency

I've spent twelve months on end
Without knowing how I feel
And I've prepared myself a room
A shallow escape to deal
But was there ever a need
Without a lapse of warrant, the time is catching up with me
When there's no affiliation, what am I to see
I must have forgotten your image
I must have forgotten your way
And I can't remember the reasons
When you're subtle on decay
I've spent six months alone
None of it seems real
Hollow, without a point
Nothing new to feel
But was there ever a need