And she smiles,
maybe it's a mistake...

All to be heard,
is the creak of the bed...

Trying to hold back,
on the taste of my tears...

Rising up,
from blackened oceans...

In the darkness,
in the rain...

I lived in a black and white world before i met...
When i saw your face for the first time...

I should write forever,
about the way i feel...

What's happened to my life?
This isn't what it's meant to be...

You said that i was too good for you,
well you were right, because that is true...

In your caravan I use to watch you sleep,
well, pretend to anyway...

These scars still bleed, they never heal,
my life is fake, my death is real...

Lying on my bed...
Wishing I was dead...