I come for you with bloody fingertips. Scarred, bruised and broken is all that you are. I solemnly dig your grave with sharp pains in my head, and I pray that you did not suffer much pain at all. As I play this acoustic story for you to hear (and for your ears only I pray) I shed a tear for all the wrong I've done in the past, and for all the pain I've put you through, I'll shed this one lonely tear. Your beauty is all that I've ever wanted, Your emptiness, all that I've ever beheld, your smile is what I've always glorified, your story is all that I'll ever tell. As I play this acoustic story for you to hear, the bloody waterfall soothes my head. And when misery is done torturing me, I'll awaken to celebrate the dead. I prayed at this funeral when your body didn't return, I prayed with all my heart, and my eyes began to burn. ( I never meant for you to die) As I play this acoustic story for you to hear, this bloody waterfall soothes my head. And now that misery is done torturing me, I've awakened to celebrate the dead.
