i hate it mostly when i didn't say to you
to go away from me, to disappear.
i took the memories of our existence
and gave them to oblivion without remorse.
i never tried to take the light and never tried to stop.
i can't admit the fact you've changed and can't regret the dark.
keep taking breathe, keep following for muse,
denying relations between us.
can't swear for the words. nobody does.
the end is near, everybody knows.
so let me say one last goodbye before a demon's shows.
somehow i'll bring red roses to the grave,
just to complete the bunch of black.
as life of deadman was.