The hollow chapel walls
Echo whispers of the candles
Burning slowly.
Long shadows dance across the floor
Leaving lost dreams in their wake.
Did God save me a seat this time?
Ballads forgotten:
Heroes hanging up their swords
And drawing their pens for battle.
Photo albums
Often tell the heart-wrenched tale.
Of how you were never there.
Tear, tear, tear!
Tear my believes down.
In search of retribution.
Tear, tear, tear!
Tear my tear-soaked heart in half.
And once again for insult.
I never thought I was good enough,
And you've repeatedly proved my point.
Point of attack. Point of breaking.
What's the point of this story?!
Ballads forgotten:
Heroes hanging up their swords
And drawing their pens for battle.
Photo albums
Often tell the heart-wrenched tale
Of how you were never there.
Tear, tear, tear!
Tear my believes down.
In search of retribution.
Tear, tear, tear!
Tear my tear-soaked heart in half.
And once again for insult.
I never thought I was good enough,
And you've repeatadly proved my point.
Point of attack. Point of breaking.
What's the point of our story?!