When you dream of me, is my hair brown
Is my skin soft, are my veins concealed?
When you think of me, does it sting
When you think of me?

I still love you in my heart
And slowly as the words come out
Close your eyes and listen dear:
I'm still here.

My right side is twisted, numb, dead, distant
You can feel my ribs when you lift me
Though it may seem that I've gone
And what's left is just a shell
Well listen close, and save your tears.

I still love you in my heart
And slowly as the words come out
Close your eyes and listen dear:
I'm still here.