I don't know what's broken anymore,
I don't know what has been fixed,
Or what still needs to be mended,
I am unaware of what is left,
To make better.

I don't know what's healed here,
I don't know what is still bleeding,
Or what has been cut open again,
I am oblivious to the change,
That has happened.

I don't care if the nations know my name,
I don't want textbooks filled with my fame,
I just want to live my life wild and free,
And to feel your heartbeat next to me.

In this storm I can't seem to see you,
I can't feel your presence,
Only cold rain and clouds,
I can see the breath of ghosts,
Maybe that's what you've become....