Do you ever stop and look at what you have done?
Do you ever acknowledge the crimes you have begun...

Never do I sleep.
I'm sick of the reoccurring nightmares...

I have been through hell and back, with scars of...
just trying to make sense of what we had...

I have become so cold,
I have grown so numb...

I may be lonely,
I may feel cold and numb...

We are the lost light,
too used to following the darkness...

His touch was like a siren that rang alarm bells...
His secret surprises becoming more suspicious...

I will not accept the person
that you've always chosen to be...

You claim to be a victim,
yet you stand by him...

I want to give you something that perhaps you...
I want to let you hear these words and know that...

The skies above me turn the lights out,
dressing my manic life in its all too familiar...

I realise my heart may still be tender,
but his bullet can never assault what I have...