Playground school bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again
At their so-called planet, we beat ambitious boy and leave him crying, screaming, and letting his tears blend with raindrops. How histrionic, how feeble, how frail he is as he lifts his eyes to welkin shed tears with him. He plays the dramatic again, in the "shock" of "losing his lone companion". He didn't lose anything. He doesn't know anything. He's only like a spectator. Spectator of the battle of our hearts' infinity.
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
We don't care. The girl, who was once our -your sister, exists only as a spook now (not as a phantom, she couldn't even compared with our loftiness). Her skin bleached with loneliness, is now paler than palest tone we -you have seen. We -I don't care.
Hello, I'm your mindGiving you someone to talk to
Hello
We're al- solitary discussers. Our speech is the speech that no one would want to give evidence. The speech that no one wouldn't listen. Our tongues are bound to each other, as we ourselves can't speak a word, as long as we are not "we", but "I". We are both listeners and speakers of each other.
If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
We are speechless and soulless to the outside world. Both our hearts —it's one, actually— are locked and sealed with one another. We believe in nothing but strength and us, and 'nothing' counts feelings in, too. Its reverse would make us awake, would do us part, since we meet each other in a dream, or when we meet each other it feels like a dream.
Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken
We existing only for each other don't make us mindless. We are divided from other people, but no one wants us to be a part of. We're not broken for being heartless to others—it's their problem anyway—.
Hello, I am the lie
Living for you so you can hide
Don't cry
You were giving up, ran out of ideas of your salvation. You were wandering in the deepest rotten graves of your heart. A phantom slid out of a grave, and I began to exist.
I'm your mask, in both meanings. I am the lie you tell. We are Spectra Phantom. I am the phantom and you are the spectra of Keith.
Ghosts don't cry.
Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping
Hello, I'm still here
All that's left of yesterday
You are forbidden and unable to be Keith. You return to your past in deepest caves of your brain, while shutting me down. You can't be Keith again. You don't exist. I don't exist. "We" exist.
I'm here. I'm not a nuisance. I can't disappear. I won't leave you. You can't erase my existence. I'll be there, in the padlock of your heart, the unique and only key of it, even as a carcass from past, fulfilling my raison d'être.