You have no idea what its like,
looking from the inside out.
No shoulder to cry on,
no body to lie on.
Just full of the feeling that your dieing.
No hope, no love, no glory
no knight to ride to your side,
No body to kiss away,
the tears that you've cried.
Alone in a dark cruel world
with only the wind to drag you on.
Going on with a mondain life,
trying to hide the pain in your eyes.
No hope, no love, no glory
no knight to ride to your side,
no body to kiss away the tears that you've cried.
You talk about happieness
like it's a joke.
But not one you'd ever understand.
In a drunken haze
you grab somebodies hand,
but they leave you.
Your life is no longer a metaphor,
for being left alone in the dark
No hope, no love, no glory
no knight to ride to your side,
No body to kiss away the tears that you've cried.
You carry on through the wind and rain,
trying to find peace.
But it's to dark and cruel out there.
They'll never understand,
even the ones close to you don't lift a hand,
as they watch you pick,
the shards of your heart
from off the ground and try,
to re-esemble them the best way,
you know how.
No hope, no love, no glory
no knight to ride to your side.
No body to kiss away the tears that you cry.
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