The pale moon above my head,
Warms my soul tonight.
The only friend I have,
Who will listen as I sing.
My songs of madness,
And of my breaking heart.
And of unspoken love,
And desolate starts.
My unworthy soul,
That turned into crimson red.
Those unending nights,
When I wished I were dead.
Just a step away,
From the house of redemption.
Just a breathe away,
From the sound of forgiveness.
I die each night for you,
For the prisons I put you in.
Tearing my heart apart,
Then mending it with your love.
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