Dead and gone
But will my spirit carry on?
Gave up the ghost
Nobody without its host
Beautifully tragic
Somewhat chaotic
I know this life has come to pass
Insignificant as the dust fallen
I was never meant to last
So think of me as history
Fell apart
Syndrome of a broken heart
Spoken out loud
But no one could hear the sound
Silent until I died
You're the reason why
With no one behind the mask
Connected more than ever
But further apart
We were never meant to last
So think of me as history
You're listening to the death of me
So where is your love?
What is your worth?
What is the purpose of the earth?
Where is the cure in all the hurt?
And what does all this stand for?
I've found a way out of this life
With creating change comes sacrifice
I've found a way out of this life
So think of me as history
