作词 : Extol
I fooled myself again 
Trusting an illusion 
Of what I thought to be 
Never ceasing love 
I burned myself again 
Leaving scars that never heal 
Becoming cynical 
To this thing called love 
Look into my mind 
Fragments of what 
I desired 
In this state 
I cry Father please won't you show me 
Show me how 
To stop it now 
Cleanse my mind 
Help me find 
Love My soul is an open wound 
Filled with salt of sadness 
Was this my destiny 
To be left alone 
I nurse my misery 
Leave no room for anyone 
Still I am cynical 
To this thing called love 
A pale reflection 
Of a broken soul 
Slips through these eyes 
Full of tears 
Emotional blackout 
I cannot trust my own feelings 
My sorrow eats me up inside 
Learn from mistakes 
See what it takes 
My feelings fail 
Your love remains