I know you're gone, but you're still here.
I hear you breathing in my ear...

I cried, I bawled. I hated you all.
The way you act, The way you smile...

Too late to see.
Too late to hide...

Wonder when these scars will heal.
Then wait for them to reappear...

Our conversations are short and simple,
They no longer hold their charm...

Strange mood,
Strange blade...