• I stand with the ghost of a smile upon my face
    It represents a meaning you can never place
    I bear the grins of the smiling dead
    Wishing they saved those tears they shed

    Their ink-stained virtue continues to plague me
    Each step is the undoing of what I should see
    Further and further from my shattered reality
    Closer and closer towards fatality

    I'm running away in the wrong direction
    Severing our silk-thread connection
    The most fragile bond is finally breaking
    Now your most fragile heart is free for taking

    So as I stand here in a role I could never imagine
    Tearing slightly apart by the slightest fraction
    Each and every passing day
    I drift further and further away

    Their smiles are tattooed upon my face
    It's silently dropping down with grace
    I bear the sadness of the long-dead
    I hold in my hands the tears they've shed

    I wasn't strong enough to endure their rage
    I'm stuck here growing weary with age
    Palms outstretched; holding my apology
    As they fall off my fingertips, know each tear said sorry