The nights gets colder.. But I grow older.
He withholds her, from who she thinks she is.
But she still thinks that she still is his.
Puts up with these lies.
Washes her disguise.- She'll wear it in the mourning.
Covers up these emotional bruises, but she still loses, respect, and happiness.
Can she even love? Or can solace destroy everything?
She's so shallow, but so pretty.
I'm so hollow, but so ready.
I'm so neglected, but this reflected up upon me.
It grows colder everyday.
Depressed darkness. Repressed on this
You'll find me shattered and glass broken on the floor.
If you can see what effect this has on me
Then you could see why
I've had enough of her eyes,
and this dream for serenity.
And now you see some things are different some things have changed.
Covered with regret, they rearrange.
Its growing colder, and that will never change.
In this winter, we have seen, everything that we wanted,
Isn't everything it seems, living in these television dreams.
Our betrayal, comes with new design.
Tear me apart, because I've had the best, and she took the rest of me, and left me with her tainted forgiveness.