A brilliant rose garden in the night,
A vibrant moon shining down from the sky...

Sometimes I just want to disappear,
Fighting the war just to feel the spear...

Sometimes I lie awake at night,
Heavy eyelids I do fight...

As the fangs push deeper into your neck,
As you realize your life's been wrecked...

Falling down with black angel wings,
Sick and tired of all these things...

Black wings, bathed in scars,
Amidst the moon and its many stars...

I guess we just weren't meant to be,
I'm sure that's something we both see...