The knife is sharp,
and cuts harshly...

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

When I was a kid,
You were my hero...

I think of those days,
But it comes as a haze...

I remember the days we had,
That was when I knew what to do...

The wind is bitter and cold,
Just like my broken heart...

Lock and load, play times over,
Pull back the hammer...

I look back on our days,
With remorse and regret...

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

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

We had it all for a moment
and then all was lost...

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