| 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 |