Dawn's tired eyes make shadows the day's first casualty
As  you lose my eyes again, you fell too short, everything has changed
My  trust fades

I cannot see the sun
First light never to be seen again
As  I come to terms with another death of a close past
The  final straw of a drawn out hate, well I unfold

Half light arcs across the pavement, leaving it dull
The  highest clouds on the edge of space converge
I'll do this on my own

Why should I be grateful?
For a broken love, and a broken respect
When  it tears me down
I'll get back up, and I'll stand my ground

My trust fades, I cannot see the sun
First light never to be seen again
Why should I be grateful for a broken love and a broken respect?
The final straw of a drawn out hate, well, I need it back once more

A shadowed face, how should I have done this on my own?