My sleeves are stained red
by all the truths that I've shed
through these jagged lines on my arms.

I've seen my last shooting star
and traced the last scar
on this tattered heart of mine.

I'll just lay my head down
while I listen to the sound
of my dreams all fading away.

If I had one thing to say
it'd be : don't mourn the day
that this phantom said her farewell.