Notes of wicked music,
Whispering my love through cracked lips.
Please, I begged,
See the effect you have over the blindfold rippels.

They forgot me now,
They forgot what I came here for,
What it is I will stay here in order to do,
What else there was, what's more.

Love, hatred, desire for life.
All of which I've forgotten.
Every heartbeat for me is strife,
My soul is foul and rotten.

The laughter that comes to me,
It is not longer the joyous laughter that was before,
Oh, how I hate to be
The one that is no more.

Walking over the shadowed aspens,
Flying through the ocean sea,
Singing the winds and spirits
Remembering what was once me.

Trees fall
Rain drops
Heart beats
Heart stops.

I've died
Long before I've lived.
An empty shell.
Decieved.