Always in the shadows no matter how hard I try
People seem to love me most when they learn how to make me cry
Beaten and broken, I finally give up
With one more question on the tip of my tongue
Will you miss me or was I just your favorite **** up

Maybe I was never real to begin
Could you tell the difference between warm hands and cold ones
Or was I always a ghost
Bound to the dark and quiet
Yearning for the feeling of the sun on my face one more time
Was I always your silent watcher or
Did something change