I’m like September 11th
The tower that crashed...

On rare occasions I will hear
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger...

They're the same old excuses
The same old thing from day to day...

It began as a classic romantic fairytale,
We thought could never expire...

I want to cup the ashes in my hand
And believe there's still a chance...

The darkness again
I’m here alone...

The sky is fading
To a reddish-black...

In your eyes,
I'm not what you see...

In the midst of my foreboding silence
Your name fell upon my tongue...

With my eyes I can see
Your blood as it beats from your heart...

Her face is soft and delicate
Her hair is tied in bows...

Your eyes drill holes into my heart
A preparation for your public debut...