Falsify your beliefs,
with a lacking heart..

Dream about love,
then stab the heart...

From a candle for light,
and oxygen it absorbs...

The night becomes cold,
as my mind begins to mold...

My thoughts of passion,
have now been sold...

Bought by the rich man,
who's lonely and cold...

He looks for the life,
of things he was told...

Was it a cold day in hell,
or the truth not told..

With the stars above,
that hold there glow...

There a shooting star,
and I wish for love...

Now just a whimpering thought,
from times gone by....

Life goes on,
until we die..