I can pretend...
I can lie...
but how can I deny
when her body lays
next to me?
Blood and her hair is
stale and unclean
resting in my hands
but I can will it all away.
If you ask me to
pain and fear are a figment
of the imagination.
And her suicide was
never real.
Lying to myself
is better than
facing the truth.
There's no more
light to lead the way
in the shadows she
is safe, she is free
but her death won't
be the end of me.
In the
shadows nothing is real
and her death is free
from my dreams.
I can pretend...
I can lie...
but her body lays
next to me.
In my dreams