My world it used to be black,
but now I don’t see any color at all.
I used to think I could climb back,
but now I drop farther each time I try.
There was a time I could kill the pain,
now it’s all that is left in my soul.
Once I had something to hold onto,
but it just falls deeper down into the hole.
You are the iron I used to build my wall,
you are the cause of all this rage,
when all the things I thought I had,
were only dreams running in my head,
when everything starts to die,
and even the dead can cry.
My life it was hanging by a thread
but you burned my hope away.
I took my mouth and sewed it shut,
and I’ve got so much more to say.
Once the pieces could be fixed,
no one wanted to clean the mess.
My light at the end of the tunnel,
is just when I was depressed.
You are the bars that surround my castle.
I’m just a sad story on a burning page.
Cuz all the things I thought I had,
are just dark figments in my head,
when everything starts to die and even the dead can cry.
