Life once asked Death " Why do people love me but hate you?"
Death merely replied. " You are a Beautiful Lie, while I am the Bitter, Morbid Truth."
So where do we go when there's nowhere left to crawl?
And what do we do when we thought we knew it all?
Now we're surrounded by a world of lonely people
Am I'm the last one here, or the last one left to fall?
I will sleep just to see your glow
and when im awake i live in hope
that maybe i can dream again
but for now i create a world where i can pretend
and let my stories and reality start to blend
i wanna mend my heart, i wanna heal my soul
i wanna feel real, i wanna breath and blow
your dark eyes swirlin' around this room
and your skin's like the sunlight reflecting off the moon