Gone

The lights are turned off, I quit

My heart and lungs want to stop, I don't fit

11:11 wherever I go, I lie down

I'll be gone and you'll never know, I keep my secret underground

Oh, my solitude is all 'cause of you

My will of living is no more living

Contained inside an empty room filled up with gloom

And every time I talk I don't feel alive at all

I wonder where I belong, because I don't belong home

And certainly I'll be better if I'm gone

If one day I die, who would say goodbye?

Who will be there to listen to my last sigh?

My solitude is all 'cause of you

My will of living is no more living

Contained inside an empty room filled up with gloom

And every time I talk I don't feel alive at all

Gone, gone, can't I feel alive alone?

Gone, gone, gone

I got that cinnamon smell, that ancient spell

But would they matter if I am gone?

Got that cinnamon smell, that ancient spell

But would they matter if I'm no longer strong?