Torn
I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm
He came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Tom was a gentleman to most people. That is, people he liked. To others though, he wasn't Tom Marvolo Riddle. He was the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort. to them, he was death. He was disaster, catastrophe. But to me, he was so much more. You should know that he always got what he wanted, of course. He was the dark, the night, cold, warmth, powerful, strong, loving, caring, hurtful, cruel. I loved him, yet I feared him. He was charming at first, perfect, an angel descended from heaven to help me. To give me hope and someone to love me. Then...then he changed.
Well you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know
Seem to care what your heart is for
But I don't know him anymore
He wanted me. And he got it. he became forceful, and cruel. My mind belonged to him then. I tried to stop it, but failed. He didn't know what love was, he only knew how to fake it. He didn't know how to truly care for someone, or how to spot it. He was just misunderstood. He wasn't loved, so he couldn't love in return. I tried to show it to him. But he was oblivious, until the end. Until it was too late.
There's nothing where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine I'm torn
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn
He hurt me, but i still care for him. Because I know he didn't mean it, he didn't know.But I know he'll come back, because I saw it in his eyes. Before Potter destroyed him. I knew he understood then.
So I guess the fortune teller's right
Should have seen just what was there
And not some holy light
Which crawled beneath my veins
And now I don't care
I had no luck
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things
That I can touch I'm torn
I thought he was this great person, somethign holy that could not be vanquished. I thought he knew everything. But I was blind to the truth. I needed to see deeper, to really see who he was. All I saw was the shell, until the end. Then I understood too. But I don't miss it much. Not that much. Now that he's gone, I can live again. And it feels good to have all these things back. I can move on. And I am.
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn
Torn
There's nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's right I'm torn
Now he's gone. For good, but it's ok. I still feel ripped apart, like he opened me up and saw everything i kept inside. I feel ashamed of what has happened. I'll get over it. He showed me something that wasn't real, wasn't there. I've run out of things to believe in. But they'll return.
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm ashamed
Bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late
I'm already torn
Torn..
They tried to save me, but they weer too late. I was already broken.
Ashamed, depressed, misunderstood...Torn.
I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm
He came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Tom was a gentleman to most people. That is, people he liked. To others though, he wasn't Tom Marvolo Riddle. He was the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort. to them, he was death. He was disaster, catastrophe. But to me, he was so much more. You should know that he always got what he wanted, of course. He was the dark, the night, cold, warmth, powerful, strong, loving, caring, hurtful, cruel. I loved him, yet I feared him. He was charming at first, perfect, an angel descended from heaven to help me. To give me hope and someone to love me. Then...then he changed.
Well you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know
Seem to care what your heart is for
But I don't know him anymore
He wanted me. And he got it. he became forceful, and cruel. My mind belonged to him then. I tried to stop it, but failed. He didn't know what love was, he only knew how to fake it. He didn't know how to truly care for someone, or how to spot it. He was just misunderstood. He wasn't loved, so he couldn't love in return. I tried to show it to him. But he was oblivious, until the end. Until it was too late.
There's nothing where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine I'm torn
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn
He hurt me, but i still care for him. Because I know he didn't mean it, he didn't know.But I know he'll come back, because I saw it in his eyes. Before Potter destroyed him. I knew he understood then.
So I guess the fortune teller's right
Should have seen just what was there
And not some holy light
Which crawled beneath my veins
And now I don't care
I had no luck
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things
That I can touch I'm torn
I thought he was this great person, somethign holy that could not be vanquished. I thought he knew everything. But I was blind to the truth. I needed to see deeper, to really see who he was. All I saw was the shell, until the end. Then I understood too. But I don't miss it much. Not that much. Now that he's gone, I can live again. And it feels good to have all these things back. I can move on. And I am.
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn
Torn
There's nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's right I'm torn
Now he's gone. For good, but it's ok. I still feel ripped apart, like he opened me up and saw everything i kept inside. I feel ashamed of what has happened. I'll get over it. He showed me something that wasn't real, wasn't there. I've run out of things to believe in. But they'll return.
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm ashamed
Bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late
I'm already torn
Torn..
They tried to save me, but they weer too late. I was already broken.
Ashamed, depressed, misunderstood...Torn.
