I lay in fields of dying flowers, perhaps decaying leaves
the cold autumn winds are violently pushing me further and
I'm not sure if I'm a human with flesh and bone,
or if I'm a ghost that killed myself when I was alone
I faded a little bit more from her heart today,
they mattered a little bit less today
a little bit less than yesterday,
perhaps it's for the best for her
i'd like to say I wouldn't have fallen in love
if I knew the price I would have pay
If I had known how much it'd hurt
when it all came apart at the seams
wishes for death they fill my brain
I know what awaits me when I open my eyes.
I'm back to the same empty room,
once filled with joy and good memories.
I'm not sure if I'm a human with flesh and bone,
or if I'm a ghost that killed myself when I was alone
I faded a little bit more from her heart today