Even the fragile have secrets i mutter
even the fragile can fall...

Death but a mirror image of my soul
Casting its deadly light on one so impure...

Deep within my heart and deep within my soul rests...
she weeps in the corner to afraid to take flight...

I am the forsaken
born from fire...

Here i sit and here ill stay
Desperate and alone...

Im sitting here in my room;
burbon bottle in hand...

Its not his fault
the relationship was doomed from the start...

People stand around me
their curious eyes...