So take my aim
take my place...

As i run away from dread
i cant help but think I'm dead...

As i run away from dread
i cant help but think I'm dead...

So beautiful
so broken...

It was Innocent at first i thought we were...
then it was we were talking every night before bed...

Why do i let them hurt me?
why do i care...

As i watch the sun set
over my private hell...