I'm counting down the clock till the hour of dissipation And my reflection doesn't even look back at me anymore Depleting in the eyes of all my friends and family As I fade into the darkest black and grayish grey
I'm surviving on memories, metaphors, and similes So I'm writing a song or poem In hopes that there's someone out there feeling the same way
Dancing silhouettes in my brain When I'm gone Dancing silhouettes Sing my name...
"People say that when someone dies, they can go to heaven But I don't think that's the case When someone dies I'm sure that person journeys into people's hearts They live on as a memory But that, too, will eventually wane.
That's why people desire to leave something behind in this world So others won't forget them So we'll remember them"