The End of My Life Was the Beginning of Yours

Left with questions, was it circumstantial?
Or was it something that's embedded within me?
I can't stand here in the dark, you've cut me out and left a mark
Tell me what I did to make you go

I have become a ghost
And I don't think you know
I don't think you know
But I have become a ghost
Hollow and alone

I'm running out the clocks, letting them bleed dry
But why can't I just open my eyes?
Somebody set me free, I need to breathe
Like a message in a bottle I'm drifting out to sea

Somebody rescue me, I can't breathe
Tormented again, again, again
I'd rather die than wait and bleed
You know what gets to me
You know what gets to me

I have become a ghost
Hollow and alone

I'm running out the clocks, letting them bleed dry
But why can't I just open my eyes?
Somebody set me free, I need to breathe
Like a message in a bottle I'm drifting out to sea

But when the days done and I've been drowning in my weary thoughts
What could I have possibly said to make you think that what we had was lost?
Time after time I'm getting overwhelmed
Picking away at every question that has yet to be answered
Give me closure