Was my heart really worth it? Because I think its worthless. When I'm in the deepest of darkness, where my heart is, I guess I should start with, saying I didn't deserve her, deserve you. So I break apart this with my guard up, but I'm heartless, the truth is without that spark, maybe I just use my heart less.
I'd rather taste the barrel of a gun then let you see the demon your knight has become
Maybe you can forgive me for the shut doors and believe me when I swear I won't do this any more with these blood stained palms, or maybe you say "I can't be yours anymore and still go on"
I wish that I could dream in color, or that my colors could be seen, I can't trust another especially when its me looking back at me
All of heaven weeps as this angel cries herself to sleep
And I watch my world go up in flames, water in hand, but my hands don't change, I should of told you what you meant to me, that I made our love better, but I just made love a memory.
I look back, but what it meant to me wasn't meant to be, I never gave in or gave up, but I made you the enemy.
And I don't know what else say now, except that I'm not him, when I had to reach up just to touch bottom I lost myself in the bottle, wondering what else I could of gave, I know you wanted me to try, but I couldn't save you with a lie, no not this time