I'm walking in the shadows of my tempted soul. Time is ticking by, while I'm chatting with this bottle of wine. I know that I'm not perfect. I'll admit that I'm a fool. Everytime I am lost, I am always finding my way back to you; the one I need when I'm awake. Did she see it coming dying in a bath of shame, while all her hopes past her by and all her fears had killed her dry? I can see what she was thinking, it’s so easy if you try: killing yourself with a silver dagger just to show how much his love is worth the pain, then hear him cry your name. Take me home, I wanna go, and I'm sorry I can't love you. I'm sorry I can't make you see who I am.
