Same routine in the morning, again.
Same people, same lies come to haunt me, again.
Didn't anyone tell you, that she's dying?
Goodbye,
I was your mind, giving you something to live for,
Goodbye.
If you smiled, but don't believe,
Soon you would find that you are wakened, by this dream.
Don't try to fix her, she's not broken.
Goodbye,
I was the lie, living inside as your cover,
So you could hide from the world.
Suddenly, she know's she's stop breathing.
Goodbye,
All that's left of her, is the pathway,
To death.
Goodbye.
