...the colour of my guilty face/coz in her soul ive murdered a part of me nt even time cn replace/I'm dying deep inside her, drwning in the blood of her heart's slithed veins/for in my hands lie her speaking pains/dressed in a complete love she offered now its tune is composed in bleeding tales. It ws nly a joke/bt it gav birth 2 an applause of tears frm an audience of ths nightmare/baby, i neva meant it i swear/even tho frm my own lips, bt alone let me ths burden bear/At least 2 show tht i stl care..