Broken Sorrow

In the midst of destruction,
The world turns to cold,
In all of each motion,
The cards go to fold,

You turn your back to me,
And lie me on the pews,
Push me to the nothing,
But it all comes down to you,

The flowers die in darkness,
Sunshine turns to cloud,
Bow to the music,
Live to be so proud,

Somebody won't love you,
Just the way I did,
Someone will give up,
On life we were rid,

They won't care the same,
Or have the heart to disguise,
What once was and will be,
Just a life full of lies.