And after all these years I'm just a broken creature.
Their faces dance before my eyes, behind my eyelids.
When did every place become another mistake?
Now the haze is closing in on these tired tracks I make.
When did I stop caring about those that lived?
Centuries of living and all I ever learned was how to leave.
Now one is gone, one is dead and nothing is felt in this heart of lead.
A thousand years and maybe I'd have a chance.
How can I help when I'm the one I blame?
Been following pattern of fate, just another dog on a stake.
And these children I've loved and those that left,
Will be dead when I'm alive.
When did this become a lie?
This place was just a pen, another life to live and leave
And my darling,
I lied, I lied.
When I said we had a purpose, boy
I lied.