Now that the days I've spent without you
Outweigh the years you were here
Like you before into me
I too will disappear
I too will disappear

Two opposites collide
Parallel lives
You and I meant to be
Meant for tragedy

The sixth stage of grief
I'm the loss that lingers
The pain that persists
Residual resentment
Another tense past particle
Pushing back against impermanence

I'm a spectre at your bedside
An absence in which to confide
We were meant to be
Your hell is my purgatory
Your hell is my purgatory

Perpetual
Iu0027m the loss that lingers
Spectre

How do I travel back
What was meant to be
When I'm as much the spectre
As the spectre is me
How do I travel back
What was meant to be
When I'm as much the spectre
As the spectre is me

I'm a spectre at your bedside
An absence in which to confide
We were meant to be
Your hell is my purgatory
Your hell is my purgatory