A deleterious devil rose up out of Hell
Reached and seized my soul
And now my bleeding heart barely beats at all

The colors of the morning are all washed out
And faded
The majesty of the sunrise is wasted
On my eyes
Hope is a distant and beautiful notion
I can't grasp--
And beyond that lies darkness and fear and shame
I remain as broken as the promises I made
I can't recall where I've been, it's probably best
I yearn for redemption, but I refuse to confess
Maybe I prefer the guilt and the sin
To the exhausting prospect of making amends

Don't bother telling me whether I'm wrong
Or I'm right
I only need a little silence
Then I'm sure I'll be fine

She wears her disappointment like a grey evening gown
Tattered and frayed and stained
Her eyes, once animated, have softened with age
And she has finally accepted that I'll never change
She weeps by the door as she stares at the floor
And her voice, it rends my soul
I choke on my words and can't ask her to stay
But my apologies are moot now anyway
She whispers, "Goodbye" and steps out in the cold
I shove my hands in my pockets as I watch her go
I let her go

Don't bother telling me whether I'm wrong
Or I'm right
I only need a little silence
Then I'm sure I'll be fine
I'll be fine

A deleterious devil rose up out of Hell
Dragged away my soul
And now all I want is what I can't have. . .