I can be your savior
I can be Your Martyr...

Fingers Draw
Across this dry paper...

Whispers rising
From torn lips...

Tip toes
on top of the world...

Winter is the only one who dares hold you
Your skin and soul so cold...

This suffering cannot be delayed
Every breath I take brings me to my knees...

Her-"I am nothing
Not even ~Hope...

So I danced to a song today,
a smile on my face...

Weak!
Gods do I hate myself...

Searing desperation
deep within my chest...

I don't see it.
All these children saying they are in love...

Still nothing in an abyss
Of what never was...