I'm watching myself as I fall apart I watch my bones turn to dust I hear the failing of my heart and I look around they are smiling as they stare because even when I'm dying no one even tries to care
I can't look I cover my eyes in fear I want to close this book I don't wanna shed a tear but I have to face this I have to open my eyes because just for today without any lies I wanna look in this mirror and feel okay
we could leave we could hide but you're too naive you think too bright "everything will work out" but the more you tell me that the more I start to doubt
is there a possibility that I have already died? I don't feel real and the pressure on my chest grows too tight maybe I'm already rotting away maybe that's why my eyes have turned white