No, I am not your person
I'm not some spiky haired Zack
Waiting, feeding off the prayers that flow through his veins
As you give up your life for a memory
I am just a farm boy
I'm just a blonde country bumpkin
And though I lack nothing in ambition
I was never your decision
And all these unimportant simple thoughts
They rip through my brain as the stigma rips itself through my veins
Connecting me to my fake self, but still that moment is always there
But with you it's another story, in all that horror you found holy
Because who falls for a shadow?
Who falls for a memory?
Who falls for a glimpse
Of something that might have been
With someone else in some other when?
And yeah, that is me
I am your mercenary
I'm your soldier
I'm your freak
And those were different days
And now my memories are fading