Im sitting here in my room;
burbon bottle in hand...

Fragile are the tormented souls that shift through...
looking neither left nor right...

She sits in the corner
alone and afraid...

Even the fragile have secrets i mutter
even the fragile can fall...

Here i sit and here ill stay
Desperate and alone...

Do not cry for me
i was dead all along...

The shadows in my world
hide a great many things...

Its not his fault
the relationship was doomed from the start...

Its been a thousand days since Ive looked into...
mine have become sightless, from being alone in...

Looking down into the misted water
i see her trapped inside the crystal waves...

Again i sit here,
to again tell my tale...

I have nothing to confess
i was kind...