Davey Havok
I can remember a place I used to go.
Chrysanthemums of white, they seemed so beautiful.
I can remember.
I searched for the amaranth.
I'd shut my eyes to see.
Oh, how I smiled then, so near the cherished ones.
I knew they would appear, saw not a single one.
Oh, how I smiled then, waiting so patiently.
I'd make a wish and bleed.
While I waited I was wasting away.
I can remember.
Dreamt them so vividly, soft creatures draped in white, light kisses gracing me.
I can remember when I first realized dreams were the only place to see them.
While I waited I was wasting away.
Hope was wasting away.
Faith was wasting away.
I was wasting away.
I never, never wanted this.
I always wanted to believe, but from the start I'd been deceived.
I never, never wanted this.
Inside a crumbling effigy, so dies all innocence.
But you promised me...