As the clouds drift in the sky

The black rose begins to bloom

Hypocrisy grows louder

Of shuttering cries of what was you

This isn't the outside

Choked to declare what is yours

Cut my throat

Is this what will freeze the fire



My weakest style is my greatest defeat

I am not what they heard of

Bring in the pain as the punch begins to hit

From the habits of self-love



Alone, life dims to its darkest path

Alone, neither you or me can grab a hold

Alone, I'm not yours, you're not mine

Alone