A Memory Misread के बोल

Don't adorn me like the dead I deserve to look like myself once again Suspended from the sky like ornaments Nothing to no one, only memories misread I am a farewell that even heaven won't accept Collecting scars like souvenirs of pasts we can't forget Broken glass, swept over the bodies I know best I am a farewell that even heaven won't accept Separate me from a finished product like needle and thread Translating words to portray the vacant pages they live in A requiem worshipped for the pauses it contains Praising not the essence but the meaningless remain Collecting shards from mirror images of me I am no idol for the weak Nothing to no one, a memory misread