This masterpiece,
will surely end...

Pick them out,
put them in a box...

I'm just sitting around,
I've been waiting for you, to call...

No light can be seen in his eyes
she put out all that remained in him...

I hold out the gun,
I aim and I squeeze...

AS I lay in bed, I think of you,
and all the things, we used to do...

This is an endless masterpiece,
stringing along each and every day...

I breathe for you.
Every spec of my existance...

I look her in the eyes.
and I know it will never be...

I can see her there.
that blank and puzzled look...

I've been searching for that median,
somewhere between right and wrong...

Through the depths of time,
I've lost sight of all that is right...