I used to fear the thought of darkness
Now it's my only companion.
Bitter tears and pouring blood,
My only forms of comfort.
All along you promised me
That you would never turn your back and leave.
I knew you couldn't keep it
I knew I would be left along.
Now I'm asking one thing...
If I ran away, never to return
Would you even notice?
Would you even care?
Would you hope that we could of worked it out somehow?