I feel no remorse for the pain that i have delt to you.
I feel no remorse for the knife that i've left between your shoulders.
Yet i am standing still amongst the thorns that wrap our grave. I cling to your lifelessness.
Theres no life in these eyes i die inside.
I tore the roses with my hands and
sent them aimless towrads the sky.
Your memory shall fade with the passing of each day,
and in the hour of my death i will breathe and not dispair.