Hope is similar to dread these days
Rooms laced with sunlight are rare
Tomorrow is never a sure thing
I can't say that I'll make it there

Don't you see that when you're hurting
The pain echoes into me?
Your tired heart beats in my chest, my darling
Though difficult to see

It seems that water is thicker these days
Though it comes as no surprise
The loving warmth shines clearly
Through enigmatic eyes

False exuberance becomes a requirement
In a life now completely a lie
The only thing rose-tinting these glasses
Is the blood I continue to cry

So I'll smile while bleding; I'll dance as I die
And, if concincing, anything else
For love is watching a chest rise and fall
While carving the heart from yourself