• I walk with the shadows and realize its my own.
    I scream at the voice of which is thought of in my mind.
    I see the departure of the ones who loved me. (lies)

    And when the shadows go to leave me, and the voices are no more, this is the departure of the loved ones that lived deep within my core.

    My house is dead, but yet still alive.
    I am the dead and the dead are the living.
    My life is nothing, you are nothing.

    Walking once more by my lonesome self and realize my shadow is not mine.
    I turn and search for others and the shadow sits there... staring.
    When those voices in my head sound like you, the screaming... stops.
    The departure of you when you, left me...
    I thought you loved me no more.(lies)

    And when the shadows go to leave me, and the voices are no more, this is NOT the departure of you within my core.