I squandered my youth for a wither'd (bitter) hour;

All I ever wanted was a simple you.

Real love is dying for a phantasy.



I held all of Heaven dead in my arms,

And in one moment, I knew all of Hell.



Nothing but a body, naked, beaten,

The wreck of a soul, amidst thorns bleeding.

Bitterness is all God hath created;

A proud king among the failures of dreams.



I believe one love could be worth a life,

For life I would have burn'd myself away--

For nothing, life hath left me burning alone.



Girl, know that time leaves dust on my scars;

When the moment has pass'd, thousands will die.

I will remember when ghosts were mighty,

And I will laugh and catch my own tears.



In a perfect garden, all flowers flourish,

In this real garden, my flower knows thirst.

I don't think I can lift my face to the sun again.

I don't think I can look at your face again

And feel.

You were my everything, and you took

It all away.