LostI've walked this street not long before and you've led me here again.
You've scolded scars and loved in lie.
I can't hold back, yet cry.
You bring me down to that haunted place;
The world that angels fear.
And finally, I've found a heart;
not mine, but none the less.
The joy it gives, the tears its stopped -
Its best if it weren't there.
A secret lie, those lips I crave.
I'm not allowed to have them.
You've had your say; its all the same.
And in the end, guess I'm to blame.