كلمات Gone

The lights are turned off, I quit My heart and lungs want to stop, I don't fit 11:11 wherever I go, I lie down I'll be gone and you'll never know, I keep my secret underground Oh, my solitude is all 'cause of you My will of living is no more living Contained inside an empty room filled up with gloom And every time I talk I don't feel alive at all I wonder where I belong, because I don't belong home And certainly I'll be better if I'm gone If one day I die, who would say goodbye? Who will be there to listen to my last sigh? My solitude is all 'cause of you My will of living is no more living Contained inside an empty room filled up with gloom And every time I talk I don't feel alive at all Gone, gone, can't I feel alive alone? Gone, gone, gone I got that cinnamon smell, that ancient spell But would they matter if I am gone? Got that cinnamon smell, that ancient spell But would they matter if I'm no longer strong?