He washed the blonde out of his mind
And stares at the mirror to see
The wasted remains of who he was
And who he wanted to be
Her eyes repeated them in his head
To remind him what he had lost
The tears she cried for him everyday
Were never worth the cost
The face of an angel runs through his heart
And the tear makes it's way on his cheek
What was he supposed to do now?
When his body was empty and weak...
