You don't know how long i've struggled
crying each and every night
but today's the day I redeem myself
as I sit here writing in this light

I write the last chapters of my life
and place it on this shelf
then I go to grab this kitchen knife
waiting to take my place in hell
but now it's time to wonder, who really knew me well?


So by the time you dress up in black,
my story has been found
but don't you weep young one
cause even the mighty have fell.