I have thoughts and thoughts have meaning, meaning makes me wonder and wonder makes me cringe.
Transient feelings woven on a bed of lies. No, not lies, but hope, a benefit of doubt.
It’s haunting to relive every day the pain, the pain that I try to evade every day
Its haunting to see, that you could live without me. Anyway, it’s all up to fate, in the end we are nothing but names
Past comes knocking one day, and I didn’t open the door. I’m afraid to see the eyes that once were full of love
Now stare at me, empty, telling me I’m replaceable.