Everyone stared
at the trapped beast
All eyes on me

Can't I be judged
By the good I've done
Not by what you see

What has mattered the most
evidently, have just been ghosts

If the past is dead
what is the fate of a memory?

Left to wander around
in a purgatory, binded to me

Sometimes I beg to see them
haunting the places we used to be

if the past is dead, then we trap ghosts
inside our memories

Our caress,
tightly pressed
chest to chest

“I love feeling
your heartbeat”
You’d tell me

Let me hear it again
so long it’s been
It makes my head spin

Recalling that day
you passed away.
When Forever wouldn’t stay

Did my heart quit?
Or is the rhythm just sh*t?

I tried opening up my arms
But no one felt my heart.
Does it still beat behind my guard?

I just don't feel anything
When you're not talking to me
And this forever isn't answering