In visions of the past, you haunt me.

You chase me,

Hurt me,

Kick me down.

How could I love you?

I don't.

Even if roses are raining down,

Greif will end all.

Those darkest nights sadly pain me.

They pain me like you do.

All the world is a pitiful place,

And you are the cause.

Hopeless grief is sorrowful.

You tell me everything will be fine in the end,

But we both know it won't be.

One day, you will be awaken not by sweet sounds,

But by am empty soul seeking revenge.

You crushed my spirit,

You let me down.

And in visions of the future, I will haunt you.