Jag kastar sten mot solen, för jag hatar den.
2am; where do I begin? Crying off my face again.
The silent sound of loneliness wants to follow me to bed.
I'm a ghost of a girl that I want to be most.
I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well.
Too afraid to go inside, for the pain of one more lonely night.
But the loneliness will stay with me, and hold me til I fall asleep.
Broken pieces of a barely breathing story.
I'm just a shadow of what I used to be.
The walls in coming down on me, and I can't find a reason to be loved.
And I've learned to live, half alive.
The silent sound of loneliness wants to follow me to bed.
I'm a ghost of a girl that I want to be most.
I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well.
Too afraid to go inside, for the pain of one more lonely night.
But the loneliness will stay with me, and hold me til I fall asleep.
Broken pieces of a barely breathing story.
I'm just a shadow of what I used to be.
The walls in coming down on me, and I can't find a reason to be loved.
And I've learned to live, half alive.
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