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Lying on my bed alone in the dead of the night |
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Torturing myself with thoughts of her |
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Like a silent breeze of poisonous air, the sorrow comes |
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All those memories of better times fill my mind |
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How little I understood back in those days |
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Now, when all is gone, I see the value of everything that I have lost |
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Still, her eyes are haunting me when I try to sleep |
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In the silence of the night, I hear her voice |
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I know the day won't come that I am done with this longing |
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A night like this, I wish I could find my way out of this world |
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No matter how hard I try to forget and clear my mind |
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The sorrow comes |
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The sorrow of being left behind |
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The sorrow of the destroyed dream |
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The sorrow when all trust is gone |
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The sorrow giving birth to the will to die |
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Ooh, I know I should move forward and give something new a chance |
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But I am unable to break these bonds of what once used to be |
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Sometimes I can't help thinking there is only one way out |
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Through my own sorry death, in the hands of Azrael |