The last dawn has came,
it has lost it's fame...

I lost the love i loved the most,
it was here but now it's a ghost...

The sky is the sky unless it's not,
the house of the unholy...

Blood runs deep,
I'm the black sheep of this world...

What happens when your the main source of her...
if you got up at night you could hear her praying...

Busted heart,
busted mind...

Speak the words from your heart,
this is funny don't even start...

I try, and try, but i guess trying just isn't good...
It hurts but in the end it always gets worse...

I'm sick of fighting,
I'm sick of hurting...

Sitting in this empty room,
just trying to forget you...

I'm grasping darkness with my cold lifeless hand,
I'm not afraid of what will become of me...

Hurtful words they don't phase me,
go away? they can't make me...