Out from you grows a secondary shadow

One not quite so innocent, it would seem

Now a nightmare is spawned from your actions

The actions of a man trapped in a fleeting dream

Now I'm your silhouette

Your Chelsea grin

Made me a testament

To your every sin

Life on your own again

That must be hard

But that's what happens when

You breathe life into this black heart

Oh how the tables have turned

I've burned off my bruises and I've

Cut out my burns

Give me conformation

Give me a sign

Give me a reason to believe you

This time

The colour of cowardice

You slam yourself shut

A yellowing fabric

That begs to be cut