(w: J. Porter m: M. Nelson)
He had become a shodow against his will
He was a ghost he was only a shell
Of what he used to be
Such a magnificent spectacle
It all fell apart in an instant
But he knew he'd have to live through it
It was harder because she stayed
And he would always see her face
It's over
It's gone
But he can never move one
He had formed a habit of co-existing
The worst kind to ever break
His life had adapted to hers
In such a magnificent spectacle
He knew his jealousy was veiled
But his mask had so many holes
And he couldn't live without it
No he couldn't live at all
It's over, it's gone, but he can never move on
Can you see his vacant eyes underneath the veil?
Can you see his crying eyes, under the veil?
He was ready to face tomorrow's crowd
With their memories of her
He didn't want to hear them say
"You were such a magnificent spectacle"
Because he knew those days were gone
And he would never get them back
"And hoping only fucks you up"
He would tell himself at night
It's over, it's gone, but he can never move on