I've tormented myself to stay afar I rode the night with nothing but the stars and a current of pulsating regrets those I deeply fear I will not soon forget
I'm growing weary of this immortal loneliness But everything I utter is rendered a mess May I hear a last song to cure my strife? your sweet melody, your divine light
Tell me I have lost show me how much happiness cost make me a soulless corpse and I will forever flee from your thoughts
I think I'm done with sad stuff. Even I'm starting to get tired of it.