I Am No Longer In Control Of My Body

Pulling myself apart, placing the pieces on your skin

No one's in, so I'll find a way to cleanse your soul

And no one will know

The ghost of you stares at me through the mirror and socializes with

The future ghost of myself

You can see it be conceived in my eyes

And flushing throughout my veins

I swear that I'll forget your face

And I'm not sure if I will feel the same

But I desperately want to

So that the idea of you

Can just guide me through myself

And I know it's a cry for help

Yeah I know, it's a cry for help