this will be the last time i ever try to pretend
that i can live in perfection

stuck in between death and dream
still i wonder "can this happen"
i am done reaching for the skies

a promise made - to your ghost i swore
all that i've done, i did for you

stuck in between death and dream
this is my new name, i've made it for myself
i can only hope that my life could bring you joy

on my knees with my face on palms rested i watched as my world crumbled around me
the towers that we spent years building together were laid to ruin in an instant
i breathed deep in hopes of capturing one last particle of the memory of you to cling to as the dust settled around me
i need this memory

if i pick myself up off the ground to face this life
where will i set my sights?
am i in this all alone? will they know that i'm afraid?

a life foretold - one of misery

i'm not ready to die here, these dreams unfulfilled
with questions unanswered, to whom will i turn?