He Throws his dice
Walks the line...

One Last Night
Is all I ask...

Whispers of broken promises
To the tortured soul...

What would I do?
Even if I had you...

You either die the hero,
Or live long enough to become the villain...

She seems black and white
but the colours are blinding...

Am I wasting my time?
Wanting you and nobody else...

A medicated rag doll,
Is what I am now...

Im constantly reminded
of all my wrongs...

So long my ice queen,
Hello my may flower...

The veil.
The mask...

What can I do?
But just let this happen...