When you dream of me, is my hair brown,
is my skin soft, are my veins concealed?
When you think of me, does it sting,
when you think of me?I still love you in my heart
and slowly as the words come out,
close your eyes and listen dear:
I'm still hereMy right side is twisted, numb, dead, distant
You can feel my ribs when you lift me
Though it may seem that I've gone
and what's left is just a shell,
well listen close, and save your tears.
I still love you in my heart
and slowly as the words come out,
close your eyes and listen dear:
I'm still here
