Before me, the graves lie dormant
Below me, a silent casket lies in doubt
I scrape away the leaves and frost
The voices weep, I can't shut them out

I'm falling
Forgiveness is a fashion
I'm fading
Only you could love me

When angels fall – I close my eyes
Try to shut them out – To shut them out

Autumn, raped by frigid winter chill
What's left of memories, (are) broken and betrayed
Is there forgiveness in loneliness?
Who will console the broken hearted?

What's left for me? Blank stares and blood shot eyes.
What's left for me? Roses meaning nothing.

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