And pray to the Gods i will never weep.
my heart has been broke, my body's been torn,
Oh, how many times i wish He never was born.
Alone on the dark, i sit here and pray,
Not wating to be alone, not one other day.
my mind starts to wander, my eyes start to weep,
Those memories of Him force me not to sleep.
When will His torture ever end?
How much more of my life will i have to spend...
Looking for a new love... a new dream?
Sadly, things are never as easy as they seem.
His power so strong, my body so weak,
i barely seem to have the energy to speek.
The hour grows late, and now i must depart,
To try to survive another attack to the heart.
