I think I might be dead.

I don't feel my heart beating anymore,
I can never quite catch my breath.
I think more than I talk and they
tell me that I'm a ghost.

I think I might be dead.

My hands are always cold and
people seem to talk right through me.
You look at me with frightened eyes
and whisper that you think I'm going to die.

I think I might be dead.
I wish I was.