(The fallen light)
Story's getting old,
It seems that you were dying.
I hope that you died smiling,
So now are you happy? Happy that you left me in your dust!
Don't worry, it's the thought that counts.
So, how should I show my affection, my slow progression?
A dying regression of hope for the world.
And this is how I'll hide my sorrow,
Praying that it rains tomorrow, angels weep
as you're forgotten.
I can't remove these scars, carving out these
memories has become a part of life.
Memories hurt more, memories of you, sinking
deeper, deeper into your eyes.
You look so peaceful... Here's my rose and the
promise that I can't forget.
The promise with your name on it.