Im standing in a room, all alone.

Wondering when, I get my crown and throne.

Dumbfounded by your expressions, of guilt and hate.

Rolling in these infections, thats weaved in my fate.

I see you suffering too, all pale and wasted.

But theres nothing we can do, so i turned and faced it.

How can i last a life time, to see what ive become.

So i can define, to others who come.

You may not be here tommorow, but act like its all right.

Hide all your sorrow, so the noose doesnt feel so tight.

Your trapt with me, in evil despair.

I couldnt see, the hole that was there.

Missing a part inside, deep from within.

Felt as if ive died, to come back and do it again.