I Am Open
Why must my soul shatter?
Upon the hearing of his name.
Why does my heart die?
When my friends remain the same.
I've died again and again for you
Ever since into my life you came?
My heart lies open, my spirit is dead.
I want to pretend this never happened.
I want to hide in the sheets of my bed
X
She doesn't understand a thing.
Nothing about loss and pain.
What does she know?
Her life remains the same.
What do they know?
With their encouraging words and smiles.
Their love isn't torn by miles
My heart lies open, my spirit is dead.
I want to pretend this never happened.
I want to hide in the sheets of my bed
X
You say that you care
But I know better.
Your words are lies
Your lies are a fetter
Can you hear my cries?
As I sob at night for you?
I once believed your words.
Now I now they aren't true.
My heart lies open, my spirit is dead.
I want to pretend this never happened.
I want to hide in the sheets of my bed
X
You loved me once
A long time ago.
Until that fateful day
When my memories fell from me like the snow
As season's passed, I gleefully forgot your name
Then , I saw you again, But now your evil shows
My heart lies open, my spirit is dead.
I want to pretend this never happened.
I want to hide in the sheets of my bed
X
Listen to this warning,
As your life lives on in hate:
The traitor had a daughter, who loved him more than life.
But now her love is lost to those her father used to fight.
A messenger of pain, her heart now dies
While her friends remain the same
I am the daughter who loved you more than life.
Now, instead of love, I receive mortal strife.
People despise me because of your name
The way they hate you.
Your pain and mine have become the same.
Is this what you wanted? Your daughter to be torn apart?
Is this what you dreamed of while you butchered her heart?
My heart lies open, my spirit is dead.
I want to pretend this never happened.
I want to hide in the sheets of my bed
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This is the beginning of the REAL sequel to Child Of the Shadows. Doesn't it sound cheerful.
