Nail these pictures containing all of these fading memories of the best times of our lives.
Hang them to the burning wall around your heart, and if you ever leave the death path you lead you can see the pictures
But they're fading away
Roses won't be blooming again this spring; hatred is growing in my veins faster and faster, no longer under my control
Turn back just a few empty pages of your life and see your face back then with me,
In my dreams I always see you coming down form the magnificence of the sun to the lifeless wasteland you left me in. In the light of your glory I am nothing
You used to be my light then you closed your eyes that captured the beautiful wonders of the stars, your beauty, is what scares me the most.
If I had known that you would betray me then I would not have put all of my trust in you.
Was I a burden in your hands?
Because I'm burning in your hands