All is left is just a shadow
I go about my day
Pretending to be fine
Days and years seared
On the palms of my hands
Is this really my life?
Is this all?
Is this really my life?
Walking on the side line
Colors fading to blur
When all the flowers wither
If only dead stars shine forever
Is this really my life?
Is this, is this, is this all there is?
Is this all there is, all there is, all there is?
Memories I won't fear
Memories that I won't fear
When in the moment is fierce
When the moment is fierce
It's easy to switch between roles
Is this really my life?
Is this all?
But here I am just living a lie
Here I am just living a lie
Where my dreams would have matter
Where my dreams would have mattered
On the palm of my hand
On the palms of my hands
