This world is still unknown to me.
Everything is, without you.
¨I understand¨, ...did you?
Do you know how much I miss the sound of your voice?
Do you know how much I hate myself for replacing you?
But if I didn't... I'd still feel empty.
So empty.
Sometimes I think I still see you...
Your shadow, lurking off in the distance...
Maybe its my imagination...
But I think you're still here.
You didn't disappear.
I didn't do it.
I didn't.

I'm so selfish.
I'm nothing but a failure.

All I do is try to replace those memories,
try to find an escape, a new you, so I can be happy.
...but why?
Why do I pose as a god, wanting to live forever...?
Maybe its because I know there's nothing there...
Not you.
Nor my addiction.

...Even though I'm barely hanging on,
...I don't want to forget you.
...That's why I've stayed here, in this corrupted life.
Torturing myself, keeping myself, and him, sane.
When our lips touch, I pretend it's you.
Scratches and bruises, the pain keeps me high.
I don't want to lie.
Not anymore.