The past has become my shadow, following me wherever I go. There is no escape from what used to be, constantly reminded of all the pain. There is no cure for a black heart, no mercy is given to a shattered life. Curtains still dance dangerously in front of that open window: never had to courage to go beyond and too weak to close it. You weren't there for me, I was there for you. You wouldn't die for me, I've already died for you. Now I'm so spoiled, still can't find any rest. These images run through my head like the crimson marks on my cloth. I can feel my soul it's bleeding, will you fly with me this evening? Desperate to break free from the past. Sober mind time now is gone now, they've carved my body not of stone. It makes me sick to see your face, wish you would disappear forever. Cruel, yet charismatic you know how to play this game. And the poison on my lips sets and end to this...
