Take me out of this dream,
Into reality,
Is there a change really?
Dress me in front of this mirror,
Are you in my future,
Or am I the only verve in this room?
Now I am feeling insecure with my own voice.
It whisks through the night air dissolves,
Caking the ground in grey,
Because goodbyes are black.
And hellos are white and I don't know
Where I am right now.
Try me another night.
Alone inside my skin with my,
Mirror on the wall,
It shows me who's at fault with a sideways glace.
Now I am feeling insecure with my own voice.
It whisks through the night air dissolves,
Caking the ground in black,
Because this is goodbye.
Now I am feeling insecure with my own voice.
It whisks through the night air and dissolves,
Painting the ground in whys.
Now I am feeling insecure with my own voice.
It cuts through the night air and absolves,
Coating the ground in you and me and our history.
But sweetheart,
You know I'm not the best at forgetting scars, I choose.
I will remember you.