I don't remember the past
Who I am or what he was
The voices scream, shout, then
They become a simple buzz

My head aches, then I cry
I am lost, my senses reel
They cry out to me, wanting
Needing to know how I feel

But one voice sticks out
Reassuring, gentle, calm
It gives me advice, tells me
What I had done wrong

Now I live my life
The way it's supposed to be
"Tifa", I say to myself
"You and Cloud were meant to be"