I open my eyes to the feeling of falling.
This feeling isn't real, it's not happening. It's just my imagination.
The room is dark and I realize that I'm just a shadow, taking the footsteps of someone else.
I follow behind as if nothing's wrong.
And the person that I'm following doesn't take any notice to me.
I realize I'm an invisible shadow, walking behind someone else.
And then I notice that this feeling isn't real, it doesn't exist.


Because I am not real.


I'm destined only to be a shadow, taking the footsteps of someone else.
Forever walking behind someone who doesn't know I'm here.