I squandered my youth for a wither'd (bitter) hour; All I ever wanted was a simple you. Real love is dying for a phantasy.
I held all of Heaven dead in my arms, And in one moment, I knew all of Hell.
Nothing but a body, naked, beaten, The wreck of a soul, amidst thorns bleeding. Bitterness is all God hath created; A proud king among the failures of dreams.
I believe one love could be worth a life, For life I would have burn'd myself away-- For nothing, life hath left me burning alone.
Girl, know that time leaves dust on my scars; When the moment has pass'd, thousands will die. I will remember when ghosts were mighty, And I will laugh and catch my own tears.
In a perfect garden, all flowers flourish, In this real garden, my flower knows thirst. I don't think I can lift my face to the sun again. I don't think I can look at your face again And feel. You were my everything, and you took It all away.