A tear falls down.....
A tear falls down.....
In the corner of a room...
you're sitting there....
with broken tears in your eyes
Your heart is pumping ash....
eyelids heavy with pain
you curl up into a ball and cry...
There is nothing left...
you are left all alone
or so you thought....
and somewhere in this morbid pain
you lose your own will to live
and with each second, death was brought
My scars have shown my only history
my blood is my only destiny
The air is still, every note is heard
in hell, there is no bees or birds
I can't stand this life, it's just a game
I'm just a player that loses all the same
so what's the point in living to die
put the gun to my head, and stop giving me lies (chorus)
and now you stumble onto your feet....
to confused and fusterated to speak
your life has flashed before your eyes
It's to late to wonder why
you look up but you can't see the sky
and the water in your soul has dried...
the light, it's just to far away
this internal sacrifice is in vain
but the flashing thoughts are called upon....
A life that is not worth to live
your soul has nothing left to give
in this game of chess you was but a pawn....
My scars have shown my only history
my blood is my only destiny
The air is still, every note is heard
in hell, there is no bees or birds
I can't stand this life, it's just a game
I'm just a player that loses all the same
so what's the point in living to die
put the gun to my head, and stop giving me lies (chorus)
On a rooftop, lost in darkness
your igniter to live your life is spark less
and the view of ground looks so forgiving
A tear slides down and graces the cement
and like a cloud, an army of droplets was sent
you say to yourself, ''there's no point in living''
You grab on to your own chest and jump
to scared to hear the deafened thump
another tortured life was gone....
The funeral was empty and forgotten
you were left until the flesh was rotten
to all who feel neglected, this is your song....
My scars have shown my only history
my blood is my only destiny
The air is still, every note is heard
in hell, there is no bees or birds
I can't stand this life, it's just a game
I'm just a player that loses all the same
so what's the point in living to die
put the gun to my head, and stop giving me lies (chorus)
