through your past...work in progress 2

I'm looking at you through your past
I'm thinking now I should have asked
Yet I can feel it in this weather
I see the sun the color like black
It doesn't mean I'm feeling sad
I just feel alone inside my bed

I don't feel like this is real
An answer without my question
So i'll stop this before I'm cold
When my soul becomes your soul
Feeling beauty within the bitter folds
A paper doll thats never old
Be gentle as your holding me

Stand outside my heart here looking in
Here and there and where I've been
I feel you staring at a shell of me
Its a bitter pill for a bitter me
The vast difference what you believe

A shooting star that died for you
A paper doll cut through and through
All the time is past and this instead
A light covered black inside I led