Used To Be

Look out from the inside, tell me if this cut still bleeds,
out the corrosion, lifeless asphyxiation,
all made out to be an invitation, with a ghost's relation,
when things, start, to dissapate,
things change, and it's not what it used to be...
wish...simple wish, open this door back to me...
it's so cold...and it's not what it used to be...

Everything feels so unreal..
As if it's so...surreal..
Sometimes I just can't believe it,
And I can't show you what I mean,
Just give me the broken silver wings,
to place on the backs of the gods,
to only say...they're just half of what they used to be..

Live for the sky up above..
Make me die so I can be what I was before..
Sending me to the sky with those wings,
I need to be...what I used to be..
you need to be...what you used to be...
I have to be...what they just used to be...
passed on to me..