In the city of angels
Why do you not see, my darling, I can't do without...

I need you now more than ever
In paper and pens did we wrote...

I want things to be like they were
This distance is killing me, too much to indure...

I can't keep pretending that I don't even know you
And I can't keep hidding the blood that you made...

Threw the pendilum as it swings
Deeper does its agony ring...

What if I wanted to break
Laugh at the beating I take...

There are things you should know
If I might, I can make this letter flow...

She was the sun
Shinning upon the tomb of your heart so frail...

I'm not alright
When you go...

Life is meaningless
forever in scars...

It might have been the wine.
It might have been the dim light...

She lived for the sound
and bled for the lie...