One day I'll forget
what love means to me.
Break some hearts too,
be, what you seem to be.

Don't see a reason
to keep on trying.
With every relationship
my heart keeps on dying.

Be it beauty, be it smarts.
I'll be so good
at breaking hearts...

All by my lonesome, I lay down at night.
All by my lonesome, I lack the power to fight.

All by my lonesome, I stare at a rose,
I watch it wither, decompose.

I wish I could,
take this rose's place,
to finally enjoy,
death's soothing embrace.

All by my lonesome, I stare at the city.
All by my lonesome, I feel great pity.
I feel the cold wind caress my skin,
is this the end, do I finally win ?

All by my lonesome, I gaze into the night.
All by my lonesome, I finally take flight.

All by my lonesome, I fall down.
All by my lonesome, I hit the ground.

All by my lonesome, I give out my breath.
All by my lonesome, I embrace death.
And on my skin, I feel the cold rain.
Away the blood and the pain.

All by it's lonesome, my body lies.
Nobody cares, nobody cries ...

Hope has died,
of course I cried,
death is always sad,
puts you sobbing into bed...

But sometimes it can be good,
there are things that die should.
False hope is an evil,
while it's not the devil,
it still makes your mind rebel.

When false hope dies,
the heart gets a surprise:
A clarity of thought.

You've been fighting windmills for too long,
finally your heart can hear the gong.