I Am No Longer In Control Of My Body

Pulling myself apart, placing the pieces on your skin No one's in, so I'll find a way to cleanse your soul And no one will know The ghost of you stares at me through the mirror and socializes with The future ghost of myself You can see it be conceived in my eyes And flushing throughout my veins I swear that I'll forget your face And I'm unsure if I will feel the same But I desperately want to So that the idea of you Can just guide me through myself And I know this is a cry for help Yeah I know, it's a cry for help