There once was a tree of hope,
all people did was mope to cope.
No one changed...
chaos and insanity ensued our souls
and we took our roles.

One took the role of martyr,
another chose be the darter
and the last chose to be the barter.
SHE chose to trade my soul for false love.
My melody only resonates suffering.

I was the martyr by choice,
sadly I had no voice.
Every day I roamed the night,
I did it all out of spite...
one day you will see the fight.