The skin, so soft, gentle, clean, so easily torn
the knife, so sharp, cold, hard, easily worn...

I try to move on, but i don't seem to move
i cant get away, i seem stuck in this groove...

Something is wrong
my breath is cut off...

Afraid to sleep, because when i wake up i weep
your in my dreams and it hurts me when your not...

What we gain
what we lost...

My memories eat my conscious as i cry alone
my lungs gasp for air as i am chilled to the bone...

Turn to your left and there is nothing there
turn to your right and I'm standing by your side...

I don't get looked at anymore
my shoulder still catches your tears...

Run run run
as i run away from my problems thinking there gone...

My broken past follows me in my shadow
it haunts me in my sleep...

I never thought it would ever turn out this way
I thought i was invisible all day...

Are my eyes worthy to stare upon your face?
i no longer see anything else in this place...