This world is full of idiocy,
words are misinterpreted faster than the speed of...

Gotta love it
Oh you love it...

Curtain rises, start the scene
Are you ready for the show...

I'm not satisfied with your hurtful words
Or maybe lack there of...

A flower blossomed in the spring
It was colored black, a deathly shade...

A sporadic ring of memories
A heart it starts to bleed...

In this crimson soul
Tears they fall free...

She used to be so innocent, so...
She was thought of as an angel...

I'm sorry that I hurt you * I'm sorry that I cried...

Look at my scarred soul
you'll see it cries...

Sitting here scared
I know what's to come...

It doesn't matter if your heart breaks
They don't even know you're there...