My anger is like a scream, trapped in a lucid dream
This loneliness paralyzes me in my sleep 
It lives with me, but we never got to meet 

Anxiety gets jealous every time I try to breathe 
Our bodies in sync, never got to beatmatch like we did
Mixed tother, like perfect frequencies 

I keep mistaking strangers for your shadow 
My skin still remembers your handwriting
I leave tenderness the way thieves leave crime scenes 

Everytime i answer death’s knocking, silence opens the door
Hope sneaks in slowly and makes herself at home 
Death invited me once, got so busy, I forgot to go