Lyrics
Proudly I tread through the shadows with my head held high
Still, I find myself in the daunting arms of trepidation (again and again)
As I seal these pages with a sigh
Bewailing my profound, loss of innocence
A curse can be a blessing
'Cause with every letter, I write history
Collecting scars of a vacuous life
In but poorly scribbled words
(Hear me) in the aftermath of hope lost to time
I am telling you stories to forget
Yet I see your gleaming eyes
Delving into mine with every single line
To rid myself of the torment
I keep on desperately screaming into the void
These delusions of a sorry defeatist
Whispers of death and sorrow
Dire thoughts I must turn into verse
To bail, to bail myself out
It cannot be taken from me
Amidst all the doubt and despair
Crumpled paper adorns the floor
As I write these riddles
Spewing hot embers from my throat
Only to cope with the pain
Breathing as long as the pen gives meaning
To the chaos
To the chaos
To the chaos
Until the ink has dried
Though tracing allegories for another short reprieve
I won't make it to the end of this jaded chapter
(Hear me) in the aftermath of hope gone awry
I am telling you stories to forget
Yet I hear your mournful voice echo within mine
In every single line 'til the end of time
(Hear me) in the aftermath of hope gone awry
I am telling you stories to forget
Yet I feel your lonely heart beating along-side mine
('Til the end of time) 'til the end of time