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A half full cup of nothing. an empty glass of something i will never see. never see again. you made me feel confident in my own shoes, a state of mind that i would forever lose. you released me from the weight of this burden. you made me feel so alive and now i'm dead. and as i lay in bed every night your ghost sings me to sleep. and as i'm falling asleep next to her, i still wish it was you. i wish it was you. and the truth is i'm so scared of what's coming next. i fear the morning sun and every single breath i take, every breath i take. when will this end i'm done i'm done with this place when will this end i'm done i'm done with the world. (Dank an Dominik Zischka für den Text) From Letras Mania