I may be closer than i seem to you in you mirror. You should be aware of my dangerous proximity I won’t say, you won’t hear, she doesn’t even give a fuck every day that passes by is another i’m being judged
This garden, Of eden, is broken…
Don’t you walk on water don’t change for another don’t take no for an answer
I see a ghost… hollowed from hope, I carry their faces … wherever that I go…
What have I done? What have I said? We used to sing duets, now the melody is dead
I see a ghost… an empty shell Wherever I go I promise I’ll carry you to hell