I'm the saddest soul in this God forsaken world
And I can't seem to find a place to lay my head upon
My house is not my home, I dug my own grave
My salvation has been staged, my redemption is a fake.
My submission was not noticed, not by you or anyone
I'd die for you if only my mourning would be done
I'd buy your saddest days just to make you smile
I'd erase them from your face and burn them in a pile
Since the day I truly found you I found my new me
I found a new death and a purpose to live or be
And since that very same day I know
You are my house and my home.
I'm lost, hopeless and gone
My grave is your body; my lust is your tomb
"The pain I feel is as real as your ignorance"
