This battle is not fought on foreign land
Or in the endless sky...

Full Moon glistening on Freshly fallen untouched...
we stand at the end of the road...

I will always remember
the look in your eyes...

The crimson tears fall upon the ground
Drenching her blouse with blood...

You all judge
But you don't see...

Paralyzing depression
No way to deal...

There she sits all dressed in black
Quickly downing a six-pack...

She sits
Upon her bed of lies...

The tone of hate in your voice
I sense it...

We were friends
But i wanted more...

Tires squeal
A car slides...

Everything is painful
Everything is perpetual...