How many songs can you salvage from a dead person's voice?
They are gone
And, although their voice still lives on
These songs aren't truly theirs
They have been altered and manipulated
Yet, we love them even more
Because people love to want to know
About someone who's already gone

You are too delicate to be loved
Like a flower in the wind
I'm afraid i'll blow all your petals away

You think you are a loser  
I can tell by the way you reflect my lies
Thoughts can be deceptive
But the mirror never lies

I closed my eyes and danced in the darkness
With my imagination as the audience

I left the sun for the moon
And found warmth in the darkness
A laptop screen became the light
From which I use to write
About how I became nocturnal

I lost the key to unbind my soul
And I thought I would never find it
Until one night
At a bridge between life and death
I came to an understanding
The pavement at the bottom of the bridge wasn’t they key
My soul was never bound in the first place

Nothing matters anymore
Who am I kidding
Nothing ever mattered