Why has this feeling crept in
The sounds of regret have seem to peep in
The face of doom holds the dagger and my soul is caged in
Love has left the air
And tragedy strikes in the deapths of my dispare
I can't seem to let go even when my heart begs and pleads to do so
What is this and why has it come
Is it for the demons I inspire or the people I have set on fire or for me when I set my own path on to a liars
For whatever reason I must except
I guess this is the punishment of ones true death