The Difference Is That She Was Happy
Even In The Never Ending Cycle Of The Light She Left Behind
You Always Thought She Would Be Happy In Your Arms
Her Eye Still Twitches In Her Next Life
It Defines Her For Who She Once Was
She Never Cared For Any Other Reason
She Wanted Life Not Death
But Death Is Tho Only Thing She Enjoys
She Wonders Upon The Earth Like All The Other Spirits Waiting For More
But Nothing Ever Comes
It Always Stays The Same
Is There Realy A Difference Between The Living And The Dead?
And When It Comes To The Memories Of You And Her-
You’re The Only One That Relives Them At Night
In The Silence We All Become The Unwanted