My shame is the only thing that keeps me alive
my lust is the only living thing that begs for...

A crimson river flows from her wrist,
she feels no pain, she becomes one with her past...

Who has to know how much I think about you?
Who has to know how much I cry at night...

For one split second she turned around to find...
had turned to dust...

The memories Begin to fade away
the darkest hour tells its unforgiving story...

Side by side we walk,
hand in hand...

Angels falling at my feet
the more they fall the more...

Blood runs down my checks
as my last tear falls...

I hear the loud bangs of the thunder
i see the flash's of the lighting...

The raven flys past
he stares at me with his beaded little eyes...

I'm the person you love to hate,
I'm the person who loves to cry...

I never got a chance to say hello,
but i got a chance to say goodbye...