Dead and gone But will my spirit carry on? Gave up the ghost Nobody without its host Beautifully tragic Somewhat chaotic I know this life has come to pass Insignificant as the dust fallen I was never meant to last So think of me as history Fell apart Syndrome of a broken heart Spoken out loud But no one could hear the sound Silent until I died You're the reason why With no one behind the mask Connected more than ever But further apart We were never meant to last So think of me as history You're listening to the death of me So where is your love? What is your worth? What is the purpose of the earth? Where is the cure in all the hurt? And what does all this stand for? I've found a way out of this life With creating change comes sacrifice I've found a way out of this life So think of me as history