Is forgiveness when you know longer hate?
Or do you forgive because you love all the same?
Unsuspecting fool, sitting in the silence of your loneliness.
Is it raining, or are you just pretending?
But whether it is raining or not in the country,
Soon, it will be burning.
Is vengeance bitter? Or will it end in something sweet,
Will it end in forgiveness, your hatred of what you went through to achieve it?
Unsuspecting fool, sobbing in the silence of your strength.
Is it breaking, or are you still pretending?
But whether or not it truly is breaking, soon it will be broken.
Is justice for your pain or my pride?
Will you admit? You'll be bitter, will you hide it inside?
Unsuspecting fool, hiding in the horror of your lies.
Will you learn to live or pretend to die?
But whether or not you're living or dying, soon you will be fighting.
Is glory for the weak or the strong?
Unsuspecting fool, can't you see, you've done me wrong?
But whether or not you're burning or broken or fighting,
By the end I'll forgive you, there'll be know more lying.
It will be the end of the story,
Yetafter everything, we'll both be sorry.
It will be a melancholy glory.