Am I all that you
wanted me to be?
Or am I dead? Gone with the wind.
I'm dead to you. I know it's true.
No need to speak anymore.
You were never what I was waiting for.
But wait, I still love you,
so much that it hurts.
Why can't you release me?
From these chains that keep on pulling me in.
They just keep on pulling me in.
Am I dead? Yes. I've known for far too long.