I can't stand the way

You made me to believe you...

I'll see myself out.

Even to today

You think I'll still receive you

But I'm full of doubt.

The rain falling on

Your face is no good poem

When I'm who's in pain.

You think you've seen death;

The colours, you don't know 'em

My mouth tastes disdain.

'Poor little Lizzy,

She didn't do a thing wrong...'

Yes, that's how it's said.

Little do they know

You're the one who wrote the song

That plays in my head.

A song of sorrow,

Dirty tears and broken hearts

Hiding from you and

Everything you are

From the last day to the start

When I took your hand.

I'd regret every

Day I spent with you, only

If I hadn't learned

That in this life I

Will always be this lonely

Till Jesus returns.