Numb

Still losing
The thing that makes me whole
The thing that makes me real
The thing that lets me know
With nothing left I fall
As the shadows turn to black
I waste my life regretting
All the things I lack

With a taste so cold
And a touch so numb
We come apart in these mirrors
Reflections of the ghosts that we've become
With a taste so cold
And a cut so raw
We come apart in this winter
I am the dark into which you fall

Still losing
The thing that makes me whole
The thing that makes me real
The thing that lets me know
With nothing left I fall
As the shadows turn to black
I waste my life regretting
All the things I lack

With a taste so cold
And a touch so numb
We come apart in these mirrors
Reflections of the ghosts that we've become
With a taste so cold
And a cut so raw
We come apart in this winter
I am the dark into which you fall

I am the dark into which you fall
I am the dark into which you fall
I am the dark into which you fall