I've been cursed and crossed
Beaten by the ones who got me off
I've been cut and opened up
Shattered by the ones I thought I loved
But I keep coming back to the crime scene
All the while knowing that the dead can't speak
And there's nothing left to say anyway
I've been left cold in the crypt
Cold as the words on your lips
And yet I recognize your face
What a strange redemption
Your words bled me dry
Now dust falls from my wounds
As downward I'm cast
Feelings of regret permeates me, left always wanting
From these wounds I am redeemed
And I recall with such vivid clarity
The soft whispers of foolish notions
Too late I've realized my wrongs and carelessness
But believe me my regret runs deep,
No longer inspired you are better off without me
My life's been molded
Deceived by the foolish
The weak embody lies and herein lies the truth
This long battle has left me with scars, beyond repair
And time can't heal these wounds inside