| Three years down
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| I still hear you under my breath
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| I found it was hard enough to keep my head
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| Higher than my so-called friends, the doubts surround me
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| And my only fear, my only fear
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| That I won’t always feel you here
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| And god, oh god, you could have taken
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| Me? |
| I’m fine
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| Out of touch with my mind
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| And for the last time
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| I’ve questioned all I am
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| Body, body, don’t you give up on me just yet
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| And body, body, don’t you give up on me
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| Body, don’t give up on me
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| And don’t you go give up on me yet
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| I feel I can still hear you now, right here
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| I traced my steps back to find myself where I began
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| I am the everything that makes me question who I am
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| I traced my steps back to find myself where I began
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| I am the everything that makes me question who I am
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| I traced my steps back to find myself where I began
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| And I know we’re about to fall together
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| And breathe for me
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| You couldn’t breathe a word
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| And I was never meant for this world
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| And breathe for me
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| Forget me, I insist
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| I already don’t exist |