I wish someone cared that I am broken
Another death because of words left unspoken
I wish sometimes I could take the knife
And just solve all the problems given by life
But I know that that would just be a waste
Of the style that I have formed through my grace
Maybe I would be better off if I show the scars
The cuts that bled for all of my desires
I will end up paying for all of my sins
In the pits of the damned, with Satan as my friend
We will walk the gates together, gather the souls lost
Because I am a lost being, no matter what the cost
I will hunt for the ones that I once loved
And I will burn the ones that I once hated
For I am the beast that I have created
And you are the monster that I had killed
Sealed away in the pits, avoiding the eyes of an angel
I am no longer fighting my fate
For now I know that my fate is something I can’t escape
I wish you knew that I missed you
But the words hung me, and so did you