You've turned into a soulless crooked wretch.
Who knew that loving you was such a chore
'cause now I think you need a shank, here catch!
The path ahead is cumbersome and sore.
I took my time to find terrible truth .
I lost the light chasing torrential rain,
I found no hope in lessons learned in youth,
I've spent my moments alone buried in chain.
My pain is built in memories of you,
a ghost suffered in trust was burned to hell.
was what we shared ever faithful and true?
who cares, fuck you, I can't pretend to tell.
I'd point to costs of karmas bought as why,
Remorse was faked the day after you died.