Dead

Leave me here,
Farther in a grave you never saw me dig up
You're gone now, so cold and blue
Dead to me is dead to you,
Your hands grab for air, resisting to conceive that there is nothing there,
You danced away, with my melody and my gun pulled to my back
You have to be dead as you're just a ghost to me, of something that used to be
It's not the first time your eyes have rolled back,
Like clockwork every year its just not our time
So keep on ticking away, when no one is around, you can cause devastation to every man and woman standing at this station,
With a loss of words within a moments notice,
You won't care for details, you will just ask how it went when you get go hell,
You've killed everyone off who cared for you,
You're dead, because you killed yourself
I'm not schizophrenic, I'm just having a hard time believing you are real, from the looks of it, you're just a fake rolling off a factory line,
Just some guys production count that he never wanted to start
Shut down this machine, stop all the presses
We are all dead inside as we've given up the things that we once loved for some filth we will never give a fuck about