Robbed Innocense

Creativity is a game you decided to play, meanwhile all you did was take my innocense away

A broken soul, you tried to mend, from the beginning it was bound to end

Expressing emotions to retell your devosion, its like a tear in the ocean

Shattered dreams, hopeless nights, isnt this the way a wounded heart sleeps at night?

If my past was to blame, you'd be the main componet, nevertheless, my past, you owned it

Evil thoughts race through my head, kill the man who erased feelings I never kept

Making things even would sure be nice, but deep inside I know it wouldn't make things right...