Catch me on a string and watch me fly.
So I can cast the shadow once in my life.

I’ll fall and let you cast your shade
And you won’t lift me back up because you know I’ll fail - again.

If I’m not who I thought
And I’m not who you told yourself I could be
Then who is the liar you or me?

Everything is meaningless when you’re not here.
There are no images in the sky
No constellations.
But I guess just my negative perspective.

Am I singing to the sky?
Am I alone in this fight?
Do I have to wait?
Am I locked away?