Shattered dreams lay at my feet,
All my friends I'm glad I did meet.
Take my sunset, take my life,
Take my wrist, take my knife.
I cant seem to find myself or where I've been,
Over and over, I try, try, and try again
How gentle are the icy fingers of death,
All so tempting, stealing away my breath
I step forward only to step back,
I'm so cold and my heart's so black
Sorrow is such a dark oppressor to the mortal mind,
In search of thy heart, which is difficult to find.
Tears show the pain locked inside,
Wiped away by friends, and slain where the problems reside.
