Discarded Notes I find from my previous lives/last year

Everyone I know is dead,
Anyone else I only talk to in my head.
I'm a walking shadow that has no more footprints to leave.

I think I'll wander, change? No, I can't believe.
Think I'll lie by the waters edge for awhile,

Let the waves lap over me, smoothing a dry exterior to exile.
I think it hurts For my heart to beat, so just let me make it to the shore this last time, on my own two feet.