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 worshiped for the pauses it contains praising not the essence but the meaningless remain collecting shards from mirror images of me i am no idol i am no idol for the weak nothing to no one a memory misread collecting shards from mirror images of me i am no idol for the weak i am a farewell i am a farewell that even heaven won t accept 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