My heart was locked away
You broke down the walls...

I knew you were the one
From the first red rose...

Isn't it enough
To break my heart...

When tears graze my cheeks
You were there to wipe them away...

What's the point
Of having a heart...

I am
I am strong...

I am empty
Searching for my soul...

The rope looms
The noose tight...

Shackled, handcuffed and beaten down
The seed for death are sown into the ground...

Every time I speak to you
I begin to cry...

See that glass on the floor
See the broken soul on the floor...

Hey sister
I write this song...