I wish i had your heart,
you care so much...

Her blood so cold,
her fists so tight...

She shot me down,
he took advantage of her will to be free...

Sad and worn, ripped and torn,
The sun has set, the rain has porn...

We are the seven dead fires,
feel the furry of our knives...

Ive been awake so long,
i cant tell if I'm dreaming or not...

People swear,
punch and fight...

I feel as if I'm slowly fading
from reality surrounding me...

I cant help but listen,
to the voices inside my head...

I can feel the wrath inside me,
Revenge calling my name...

She wants to be alone
alone she will live and die...

You might be able to make me cry,
And shatter whats left of my heart...