Now for the freakshowdown, an hollow end

Came to see me break down for what it's worth

Now for the last words we never said, I'm losing my voice in this fearful fight

..and I hope to shape this into a better life

To feel again, this dreadful pain is wrong

..yeah I hope, I wrote down the last lines of this life

Could be wrong, But I guess it's worth a try

I see it for the first time,(sick mind comes clean) Feel torn by the mess

Come and break me down now for what it's worth

Manufactured good times, but I feel like home

Feel destined for that hysteric last way out

I'm living by your rules

(I'd write a thousand pages)

To be free

You where to strong for me

With moral indecision and pure desperation

I wrote an end to a nightfall imagination

I felt the season change the lives of the unwanted

The leaves scattered as my smiling eyes started to bleed in confirmation

This was the end

Maybe not the disregard of thousend bleeding memories

Cause this story seems to fade. Too beautiful to be true

Too beautiful to be true