a memory misread

don't adorn me like the dead

i deserve to look like myself once again

suspended from the sky like ornaments

nothing to no one

only memories misread

i am a farewell that even heaven won't accept

collecting scars like souvenirs of pasts we can't forget

broken glass

swept over the bodies i know best

i am a farewell that even heaven won't accept

separate me from a finished product like needle and thread

translating words to portray the vacant pages they live in

a requiem worshipped for the pauses it contains

praising not the essence but the meaningless remain

collecting shards from mirror images of me

i am no idol

i am no idol for the weak

nothing to no one

a memory misread

collecting shards from mirror images of me

i am no idol

i am no idol for the weak

i am a farewell

i am a farewell that even heaven won't accept

i am a farewell that even heaven won't accept

collecting scars like souvenirs of pasts we can't forget

broken glass

swept over the bodies i know best

i am a farewell that heaven won't accept