How do we know when life is really over?
Is it when we've stopped breathing and our heart has stopped beating
Or is it when we feel so empty inside that we don't feel, we don't smile and we don't cry.
All of our emotion has just disappeared and you're walking through life as a shadow.
To me I am dead, but I still walk this earth. I am seen by those around because what they see is the shell of me.
As long as I'm still breathing and my heart still has a beat, to them I am alive.
I will wait for the time my heart stops but for now ill walk these streets, a silhouette of who I used to be.
