why did it end up this way?
why did your face show?
red disappointment
red... get that away from me
a scar and a bruise
marked by your wounded hands
you should think, you should think, you should think
when your wrong
you should think, you should think, you should think
when your wrong
but don't
find the worst in your soul
because it's not what stops the ache you know you feel remorse
constance of fire
fire falls down to your grave
makes you writhe in suffering
even in your sleep
your loss of sense is not reached
bridges shall fall, white lies prevail
this stance will not be like before
why did it end up this way?
why did your face show?
red disappointment
red... get that away from me
don't
find the worst in your soul
because it's not what stops the ache you know you feel remorse
constance of fire