Lying here scarred and broken,
My dying heart has not yet spoken,
Breaking down and far from truth,
Feeling old yet still in youth.
Torment and suffering, eyes so full of strain,
Intoxicating eyes reflect the blossoming pain,
Barely grasping this last breath,
As I slowly fall into the hands of death.
My dying heart has not yet spoken,
Breaking down and far from truth,
Feeling old yet still in youth.
Torment and suffering, eyes so full of strain,
Intoxicating eyes reflect the blossoming pain,
Barely grasping this last breath,
As I slowly fall into the hands of death.
