I've already let go of your hand,
yet you still hold on;
You think I'm there beneath you,
but the truth is that I'm gone.
With the wind I have flown,
not by body, but by spirit;
My skin may have no feathers,
but I fly, and you can see it.
You choose to ignore,
the inevitable truth;
Stuck like glue to lies,
'cause your heart, is what they sooth.
My body may still move,
but my eyes are completely dead;
You may think we're still together,
but it's no longer me in your bed.
My soul has flown away,
to a place I can only dream;
No harm to my weary heart,
no more harm to me.
