Why are you so hidden in plain view? You're nothing more than a ghost. I reach out to touch you But I'm grabbing at thin air. No, I'm not familiar. I don't know you anymore. Slowly existence dissappears. I turn into a pile of ashes on the floor. What does it feel like to not care anymore? Aren't you afraid at all? Aren't you sad at all? And I'm afraid of you Because I'm afraid of me, too. I don't want to know you. I don't want to see you.