I feel too real, to disappear.
Nowhere to escape from here.
I've made mistakes, let me make myself clear.
Let's make ammends before this happens again.
Maybe this was getting out of hand.
Torn out bones are digging this grave for her (Or you)
So please understand; I know I've made mistakes,
I know I've made mistakes, but sometimes,
I can't decide, can't seem to swallow.
I know I am now, hollow on the inside.
I fell to this war on the atmosphere,
I feel too real to disappear.