Still losing The thing that makes me whole The thing that makes me real The thing that lets me know With nothing left I fall As the shadows turn to black I waste my life regretting All the things I lack With a taste so cold And a touch so numb We come apart in these mirrors Reflections of the ghosts that we've become With a taste so cold And a cut so raw We come apart in this winter I am the dark into which you fall Still losing The thing that makes me whole The thing that makes me real The thing that lets me know With nothing left I fall As the shadows turn to black I waste my life regretting All the things I lack With a taste so cold And a touch so numb We come apart in these mirrors Reflections of the ghosts that we've become With a taste so cold And a cut so raw We come apart in this winter I am the dark into which you fall I am the dark into which you fall I am the dark into which you fall I am the dark into which you fall