Bye the time you read this.

By the time you read this, it’s already too late.

By the time you read this, you’ll start to feel light headed.

By the time you read this, your eyes will water.

By the time you read this, your heart will shatter.

By the time you read this, you’ll be picking out flowers.

By the time you read this, I’ll be colder than snow.

By the time you read this, you’ll feel hollow inside.

By the time you read this, you’ll start to get angry.

By the time you read this, you’ll start to hate me.

By the time you read this, it won’t even matter.

By the time you read this, you’ll start to forget my voice.

By the time you read this, you might try to understand.

By the time you read this, my ashes will be gone.

By the time you read this, you’ll regret everything.

By the time you read this, the healing will start.

By the time you read this, I’ll still follow you like a shadow.

By the time you read this, you might feel me near you.

By the time you read this, you’ll start to feel crazy.

By the time you read this, your sleeping will be hindered.

By the time you read this, you’ll finally understand.


By the time I see you again, you’ll feel broken, alone.

By the time I see you again, it won’t matter.

By the time I see you again, you’ll be just like me.


You’ll be alone.

You’ll be broken.

You’ll be a shadow.