Plagued by thoughts of my suicide
Suspended here in formaldehyde
Apparitions of a life
Apparitions of the life life that has passed me by
Out of sight
Out of mind
Out of sight
Out of mind
See the sunshine through the rain
They swear that it won't always be this way
Then they'll say it's a shame
Then they'll say it's a shame that he never got to
Fall in love
And lose it all again
Gone to young
Or just free from the suffering?
How can you miss something you never had?
Is it ever really quite as bad as it seems?
It's a waste, it's a shame, it's so sad
It's a nostalgia for what could have been
It's a nostalgia for what could have been (for what could have...)
Just when I think that I've made up my mind
That I'm ready to lay down and die
Something gets in the way (something gets in the way)
And then I think it's a shame that I never got to
Fall in love
Gone too young
I never got to
Fall in love
And lose it all, would I be
Gone to young?
Or just free from the suffering?
How could I miss something I never had?
Coz I swear that this feels twice as bad as it seems
It's not a waste, not a shame, don't feel sad
It's a nostalgia for what could have been
It's a nostalgia for what could have been