And
time,
it's
slipping
away.
All that's
left,
is the
ghost
of your
face.
I carry
on and
live
it day
by day,
but
I hear
your
footsteps
in line
with
each
step
I take.
It's
the
curse
of being
too
similar,
because
since now
we're
apart,
instead
of living
my life
without
fear,
I feel
like
I'm
missing
a chunk
of my
heart.