It was in this room
That you confessed you love to me...

The knife is sharp,
and cuts harshly...

As I lay here in my bed,
There are many thoughts...

I've spent years trying to figure out how I went...
But that was a waste of time...

I sit in my room of empty promises and broken...
The walls are made with tears and screams...

I spend my days and my nights
With thoughts of you drifting in my head...

All I want is to be with you forever,
To be by your side until the end of time...

I spend my days and nights
with thoughts of you drifting in my head...

From the darkness of despare
And the iron grip of chaos...

When the smoke clears
All that is seen is men...

Over the many years
I've been wronged in so many ways...

I feel rain on my skin
And wind in my hair...