The moon strikes her spectral skin
The sun has faded beneath the crust of rock...

He asks himself, shall I always be alone?
A voice whispers from within his own subconscious...

He sees his own skin
his veins...

Where is the hope
When you need it most...

This girl I see
She stares straight back at me...

How could you tell me you love me
then seven days later tear my heart out...

What do I say?
What do I do...

Everything was great
I finally thought this was love...

You won't ever love me
like I loved you...

What Happen?
To my perfect heart...

Honesty is a virtue
or so they say...

Walking through the dark
I see no one...