I'm pre-meditating crime of a personal kind. I'm about to go out of my mind. I'm just about sick to death of taking breath. And walking this line of mine.
Broken by the silence that echoed in my heart. I couldn't help waving when the waves rushed my way. And the world tilted over, I saw in my dreams. Things aren't the way, I hoped they would be.
Ghostly girl, too light to stand on the ground. Nothing you do is done. And I can tell, you are not real. Girl, what are you doing here. . I don't know why, I am here myself.