"As the days go by,
little by little the memory of you fades.
Still every now and then,
I can see your reflection in razor blades.
I can read your lies in between
the lines I'm sniffin.
I didn't lose you,
because I never actually even had you.
I don't miss you,
because you can't miss what isn't real.
Who I lost is me,
so myself is who I'm missing.
You ripped my heart out of my chest
and you destroyed it,
but somehow I'm still here living.
Although can this really even be considered "living" ?..
I feel dead inside.
I'm not alive.
I'm simply just existing.."