I trace my scars like a cartographer
Mapping wounds I never meant to inflict
The mirror spits back an unfamiliar face
Eyes like empty lighthouses
Guiding nothing, warning no one
My shadow stretches further than I can run
Dragging my sins across the pavement
A parade of ghosts in broad daylight
I thought silence was the absence of sound
But it's the weight of words unsaid
I thought life was the absence of pain
But it seems that's exactly the end of it
I thought silence was the absence of sound
But it's the weight of words unsaid
I thought life was the absence of pain
And it seems that's exactly the end
I breathe, but it feels borrowed
I move, but the ground isn't mine
What does it mean to exist
When your shadow no longer follows?
When your shadow no longer follows
I thought silence was the absence of sound
But it's the weight of words unsaid
I thought life was the absence of pain
But it seems that's exactly the end of it
I thought silence was the absence of sound
But it's the weight of words unsaid
I thought life was the absence of pain
And it seems that's exactly the end