Everyone needs a reason to go on,
Something more than just an unknown unproven God.
The truth is, you’re just the ghost of a girl I buried a year ago,
I tried so hard but in the end, Like in the song,
It doesn’t even matter.
I am feeling strangely numb,
Couldn’t find it in me to love what wasn’t real,
So when you walked right out that door,
I found myself smiling, slightly relieved.
You can’t deny it so don’t even try it,
No even if you tried that everything is the same inside.
I played along with every song and every rhyme you tried to mime,
You must have found me quite the fool, but I knew it all along!
You can’t fool someone who doesn’t want to be fooled,
You can’t play a heart that doesn’t want to be played.
Decay is setting in to every word you ever said,
I’m going back to the shadows to the place that I belong,
I’ll dance among the living and fuck among the dead,
Something inside me is consuming,
Changing, confusing what is real,
Aching for time to stand still,
And I can’t hate you, for you weren’t even real.
Six feet under,
You won’t haunt me,
Memories were meant to fade away.
