missing

bir evanescene şarkisi.

please, please forgive me,
but i won’t be home again.
maybe someday you’ll have woke up,
and, barely conscious, you’ll say to no one:
"isn’t something missing?"

you won’t cry for my absence, i know -
you forgot me long ago.
am i that unimportant...?
am i so insignificant...?
isn’t something missing?
isn’t someone missing me?

even though i’d be sacrificed,
you won’t try for me, not now.
though i’d die to know you love me,
i’m all alone.
isn’t someone missing me?

please, please forgive me,
but i won’t be home again.
i know what you do to yourself,
shudder deep and cry out:
"isn’t something missing?
isn’t someone missing me?"

and if i bleed, i’ll bleed,
knowing you don’t care.
and if i sleep just to dream of you
and wake without you there,
isn’t something missing?
isn’t something...