Paroles: Emmure. Rusted Over Wet Dreams.

No words could ever describe the feeling.
The feeling of holding onto your ghost.
But if there's just one more thing I could ask you.
Just one more request.
Please don't ever forget me.

No, don't you ever forget.
Everyday it's getting harder just to turn the page.
I keep replaying and reciting those mistakes you made.
And I'm trying to take my own advice.
That things will change.
But who am I kidding?
I'm so afraid.
That things will change.

I want you to know how it feels.
To be in love with the ghost that bears your name.
Know that my love was not in vein.
And I'm trying to take my own advice.
That things will change.
But who am I kidding?
I'm so afraid.
That things will change.

But if there's one regret we can share.
What shall we name him?
WHAT SHALL WE NAME OUR DEAD SON!

(Thanks to Brett for these lyrics)