Every time I close my eyes, you\'re there.
Every time I open them, I see your stare.
Every time I look around, I picture you
As your eyes are so deep like the ocean blue.
But I don\'t want this, seeing you wherever I go.
Because you\'re dead, and everything is going slow.
As I open and close my eyes, you\'re drifting.
Like you were never here, like things are shifting.
I feel lost, gone, not here.
As if I disappeared.
Into the sky I go.
When the wind takes me with the flow.
Every time this happens, I feel lost.
Like I\'m some sort of ghost.
Every... fucking... time...