As we collide, we let the love go, A broken portrait of a life once known. Blinded, we've lost our way, Misguided, life in dismay. And I, I let the love go.
In the land of the heartless the unloved is king, but the air we breathe isn't what it seems. Underneath the surface hate is still worthless, There remains the undying belief, That life holds a greater meaning.
I wear my heart on my sleeve, but my sleeves are torn. My life is in ruin.
There is no hope. There is no trust. There are no brave. There is no love. All is lost.