I can hear the whistle of the wind
But it's not as soft as it used to be
I can see the world all around
From the sky to the ground
But it's all a blur to me
Am I still alive?
Am I actually breathing?
This world is deceiving me now
Am I a ghost
or a real living host
Why can't I figure this out?
There is nothing more for me in this life
So please tell me now, am I still alive?
The roses on the bushes aren't as fragrant as before
They don't seem as colorful, now grey
I can't seem to taste the berries or wine, the things that quench what I crave
Am I still alive?
Am I actually breathing?
This world is deceiving me now
Am I a ghost
or a real living host
Why can't I figure this out?
There is nothing more for me in this life
So please tell me now, am I still alive?
I can barely feel, barely hear, barely taste, breathe
This must mean something
Something' wrong with me
Am I still alive?
Am I actually breathing?
This world is deceiving me now
Am I a ghost
or a real living host
Why can't I figure this out?
There is nothing more for me in this life
So please tell me now, am I still alive?
