Sick in the stomach, cold at heart
Never imagined someone could hate so much...

Treading through times of the past
Only heartache to find, no love to grasp...

Look into his eyes and see the fading salvation
How cold they've become, past the point of saving...

Shattering of the thin line between want and need
Feeding the itch of wanting to stop and think...

Separation of emotion and body as the night rises
Trading places with someone\'s happiness since...

To climb so high, just to feel so free
The rooftop view so beautiful in the cool breeze...

I seem to stand so tall and be unafraid
But inside I'm shaking, trying to get away...

This is the feeling I get from climbing to the...
The emptiness clinging to my empty body as time...

All flames eventually die out
Same way all wells turn to drought...