Do i blame myself for the bitter taste,
revenge i take upon this place...

A figure in this night,
calls out loves only name...

All the pain,all my time,
drown it down with blood-red wine...

Why did i leave
and not stay instead...

Cold as winter,strong as stone
she faced the darkness all alone...

Impossible?
yes i think so...

In a room here,
full of false panes...

I wrote a letter,
then ripped it up...

This silence is much stronger,the nights are...
This isn't how life was supposed to be,why...

I'm sorry,
she says...

Sealed in tight
light so bright...

I'm suffering in silence,
I'm shutting myself out...