It began as a classic romantic fairytale,
We thought could never expire...

Her face is soft and delicate
Her hair is tied in bows...

The darkness again
I’m here alone...

In the midst of my foreboding silence
Your name fell upon my tongue...

I want to cup the ashes in my hand
And believe there's still a chance...

The sky is fading
To a reddish-black...

I’m like September 11th
The tower that crashed...

They're the same old excuses
The same old thing from day to day...

In your eyes,
I'm not what you see...

On rare occasions I will hear
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger...

With my eyes I can see
Your blood as it beats from your heart...

Your eyes drill holes into my heart
A preparation for your public debut...