Phantom

What is pain but something I should know? What is love if I can’t repay what I owe? How can something right still wear me thin? Who am I fighting, and where does it begin? Who can hide from time when it comes around? What it gives us fades, but memories stay How can yesterday still pull me back? Why do I keep reaching for the life we had? What little time we have is slipping through How can something ending feel endless too? Who decides where the edge of my limit lies? What is a boundary but a line I draw inside? Hollow thoughts keep sinking into resignation Here I stand, slowly fading like a phantom How do I shut out what is real? What if I count every joy I still can feel? Why does every memory burn so bright While another piece of me disappears tonight? What if I know this road will someday end? Why does every day begin with hurt again? Who would I be if someone pulled me free? How much regret would come rushing back to me? What little time we have is slipping through How does all this gratitude still lead me back to you? Who decides where the edge of my limit lies? What is a boundary but a line I draw inside? Hollow thoughts keep sinking into resignation Here I stand, slowly fading like a phantom Who hurts more? What would that prove? Why turn sorrow into something we can measure? Who did you love more than anyone? I know — your love has always been my answer What if every limit waits somewhere ahead? Why should I be the one to draw that final edge? Hold it back, don’t let it rise, don’t let it overflow Hide the tears until I fade into a phantom When I’m finally free from everything that hurts Will the ache be gone, or only change its shape? Was the final gift that still remained between us Simply time enough for us to say goodbye? Who decides where the edge of my limit lies? What is a boundary but a line I draw inside? Lost and hurting, still I keep on moving forward Here I stand, slowly fading like a phantom