I admit
sometimes I'm all too dramatic,
yet at times
there's this feeling that I'm falling
into the abyss,
only in my dreams.
I can't help but
I'm pretty tired of it.
Now I'm feeling sick of wishing
and I would understand
why you would leave.
Now all I know is you're my phantom pain.
To the mirror and back again,
next time maybe I won't see myself,
to the mirror - black again.
Next time maybe I won't see myself,
I can't seem to find the pieces again.
Now, they suggest
I should try medicating,
get some help
‘cause there's a part of me
that's missing,
now that you are gone,
struggling to move on.
They can't tell but
I'm pretty sad about it.
Now I’m feeling sick of wishing
and I would understand
why you would leave.
Now all I know is you’re my phantom pain.
To the mirror and back again,
next time maybe I won't see myself,
to the mirror - black again.
Next time maybe I won't see myself,
I can't seem to find the pieces again.
Imaginary pain since you left me
wonder what comes next.
Now I'm scared that
(oh) my heart is beating out of my chest.
I wonder will this end?
To the mirror and back again,
next time maybe I won't see myself,
to the mirror - black again.
Next time maybe I won't see myself,
I can't seem to find the pieces again.
This is your final call,
attend the funeral
and try to blend into the crowd,
say "not today, not today".
You should apologise,
yeah, I was pretty nice
but you're too late
I'm right here buried,
it's a shame.