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If it were all just gone |
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If it just wasn't there |
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Would I disappear? |
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Would I even care? |
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Avoid in the arrangement |
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A blind spot in my mind |
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A space in what's important |
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A black hole of some kind |
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It walks right beside me |
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Invisible to most |
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Not an apparition, not the holy ghost |
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Stumble through another day |
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Not knowing what is wrong |
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Not stolen, not lost or broken |
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Been missing for so long |
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Can't quite find it in me |
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Fading pulse, can |
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I survive? |
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My heart fails me again |
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Flat lined but still alive |
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It walks right beside me |
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Invisible to most |
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Not an apparition, not the holy ghost |
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Dragging it behind me |
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Can't hold on any more |
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Slips through my fingers |
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It scatters on the floor |
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It hovers right above me |
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As I move from door to door |
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When I hang my head in shame |
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It lies there on the floor |
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Searching for what |
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I may never know |
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It's missing, |
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I can feel it |
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Can't just let it go |
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When I reach out |
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I can feel it |
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It walks right beside me |
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Invisible to most |
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Not an apparition, not the holy ghost |
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It hovers right above me |
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As I move from door to door |
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When I hang my head in shame |
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It lies there on the floor |
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Talks from inside me |
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Silent to most |
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Not the voice of |
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GodNot the only ghost |
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Dragging it behind me |
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Can't hold on any more |
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Slips through my fingers |
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And scatters on the floor |
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It lies there on the floor |
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Missing |