There has to be more than this to life.
More than empty lies,
and more than eternal strife.
But, oh, how the time used to fly.

It used to fly by in happiness,
an endless dream of expression.
Now it creeps by in nastiness,
an endless road from depression.

Oh, if I could fly as the time had
I would already long be gone.
Without me time would be glad,
and the world may see a new dawn.

There is something strangely beautiful
about the way the snow falls.
As it drifts slowly to the ground,
it does not make a single sound.

There is something strangely beautiful
about the way the rain falls.
Drops of water plummeting to the earth,
leaving behind the hope of new birth.

There is something strangely beautiful
about the way a kingdom falls.
Everything you know quietly shatters,
leaving even your hopes in tatters.

There is something strangely beautiful
about the way the world falls.

One day you'll meet a guy
Who'll tell you you're beautiful
And you will believe him
More than you did me.

You can't love a corpse,
whether it's beautiful or not,
you just can't.

Guess that's why you left.

I cannot cleanse my soul
     until I remove the filth

I cannot mend my heart
     until I remove the hate

I cannot live my future
     until I remove my past

I cannot breathe in peace
     until I remove **myself