Don't think for a second that you're the one to blame,
Because since that day things just haven't felt the same.

I blame, maim
Drawing blood
With daggers you handed to me
When I was Antidote

Lovely ghosts, your hand in mine
Linger here, still
Frayed at the edges
Marred by venom spat
Foaming from your familiar mouth

But maybe the fault was mine
For not seeing
That you were choking
Until you weren't breathing

how about a sky full of stars
how about a past not that far
how about a truth that looks like a lie
and a lie so beautiful like a summer night

looking back where I used to stand
trying so hard to understand
the black in a beautiful winter night
my unflinching denial of faith

true or false is just a matter of heart
am surrounded by the embrace of  a helpless light
black or white never makes a clear sight
am still trying to make the difference between wrong and right

Naying my feelings won't lead to the where
am drowning in my own regrets
an no one can hear me anymore
guess I can't regret what I never sad

people lie and say goodbye
in their own twisted way
nothing will ever be the same
and no one is to blame , there's no one to blame



words trying to touch my soul
tamed by a world so cold
reading all those lies in those empty eyes
tasting rain on my window pane,,,, my soul is sold