Testo Echo

Your picture used to mean so much to me. But now it don’t mean anything. The rose are black, the violets
Are dead. You are a dark mind, with no soul left to live. You’re just a shadow fading out. You’re just an
Echo to me now. I can hear but I can’t see. (you’re just an echo) What you used to mean to me (you’re
Just an echo I need to let go) You’re just an echo. I need to let go. I can hear but I can’t see (you’re
Just an echo) All our fucked up chemistry (you’re just an echo I need to let go)