The time will come when I shall be dead,
And no words of comfort for me shall be said.
I shall die in a place that I barely knew.
Like a soldier abandoned on a battlefield.
My body could not ever be found,
But by those whose fate are equally bound.
There will be no casket, nor coffin, to close me in,
For nothing can hold a body who have committed so much sin.
There will be no funeral or memorial service,
No proof of my existence shall ever arise.
There will be no burial place for me,
For no human eyes my body should be seen,
My death would be a blessing to them all,
As winter return to haunt and leaves start to fall.
They will begin a new era of life,
While I destroy my existence with a knife.
And no words of comfort for me shall be said.
I shall die in a place that I barely knew.
Like a soldier abandoned on a battlefield.
My body could not ever be found,
But by those whose fate are equally bound.
There will be no casket, nor coffin, to close me in,
For nothing can hold a body who have committed so much sin.
There will be no funeral or memorial service,
No proof of my existence shall ever arise.
There will be no burial place for me,
For no human eyes my body should be seen,
My death would be a blessing to them all,
As winter return to haunt and leaves start to fall.
They will begin a new era of life,
While I destroy my existence with a knife.
My love my life
So tender so cold
I feel as if life is waning
Bringing death along with it
So tender so cold
I long for the life I have been stripped of
Bringing death along with it
Killing my heart
I long for the life I have been stripped of
Stripped and skinned
Killing my heart
Trying to walk forward but pulled backwards
Stripped and skinned
My love my life
Trying to walk forward but pulled backwards
I feel as if life is waning
She has brought death
From making me cry
But I will never cry for her again
Never again
From making me cry
I know now she never LOVED me
Never again
Can I LOVE her
With all she has done
She has brought death
Will I ever LOVE her
But I will never cry for her again
I know now she never loved me
Now that I know never
Can I LOVE her
Again
Now that I know never
With all she has done.
Again.
Will I ever LOVE her
Again?
So tender so cold
I feel as if life is waning
Bringing death along with it
So tender so cold
I long for the life I have been stripped of
Bringing death along with it
Killing my heart
I long for the life I have been stripped of
Stripped and skinned
Killing my heart
Trying to walk forward but pulled backwards
Stripped and skinned
My love my life
Trying to walk forward but pulled backwards
I feel as if life is waning
She has brought death
From making me cry
But I will never cry for her again
Never again
From making me cry
I know now she never LOVED me
Never again
Can I LOVE her
With all she has done
She has brought death
Will I ever LOVE her
But I will never cry for her again
I know now she never loved me
Now that I know never
Can I LOVE her
Again
Now that I know never
With all she has done.
Again.
Will I ever LOVE her
Again?
The time will come when I shall be dead,
And no words of comfort for me shall be said.
I shall die in a place that I barely knew.
Like a soldier abandoned on a battlefield.
My body could not ever be found,
But by those whose fate are equally bound.
There will be no casket, nor coffin, to close me in,
For nothing can hold a body who have committed so much sin.
There will be no funeral or memorial service,
No proof of my existence shall ever arise.
There will be no burial place for me,
For no human eyes my body should be seen,
My death would be a blessing to them all,
As winter return to haunt and leaves start to fall.
They will begin a new era of life,
While I destroy my existence with a knife.
And no words of comfort for me shall be said.
I shall die in a place that I barely knew.
Like a soldier abandoned on a battlefield.
My body could not ever be found,
But by those whose fate are equally bound.
There will be no casket, nor coffin, to close me in,
For nothing can hold a body who have committed so much sin.
There will be no funeral or memorial service,
No proof of my existence shall ever arise.
There will be no burial place for me,
For no human eyes my body should be seen,
My death would be a blessing to them all,
As winter return to haunt and leaves start to fall.
They will begin a new era of life,
While I destroy my existence with a knife.