I stare into your soul and scream.
Can't you wake up from the dream?
Am I not loud enough for you?
Without you what would I do?
My spirit seems to be darker than usual.
Nowadays to me you're just crucial.
I look at your face and watch you fall.
Honestly, I should've never made that call.
I'm sick and tired from the static.
I feel locked in an attic.
The lack of your touch I need.
Seems like i should feed.
I'm standing in front of you,
yet suddenly i'm a ghost too.
Look at me! focus your eyes!
It can't be our love that dies.
I'm aching, suffocating.
Don't you hear me? I'm yelling!
You don't realize but i'm watching,
the way you're just mocking
what we had shared before.
Now to you, it's some silly old lore.
I was breathing and living.
But suddenly now i'm dying.
You don't ever fucking see,
how really hard it is to be,
on the other side of the screen
BEGGING to be seen.
I can't continue this lack of signal,
For i'm not longer a symbol.
Now what we had shall crumble.
I'm just.... going through it.
