How many times must you watch me fall until I can get up on my own? And again how long before I fall again? Now I rise from my knees to show you that I can make it on my own. Tell me how do you suffer? It's heartless really. I'll show you exactly what I mean. It's when the time slows that it hurts the most. The beauty in this has failed me once again and it always will. I'll try for the last time reaching to the sky for relief and find it in him that I bring myself up to terrorize your dreams. May each blessing fall like the tears I've cried, close the door and repent, beg for forgiveness, this is the darkest hour, this is the final flaw.