In the corner beside my window 
There hangs a lonely photograph 
There is no reason 
I'd never notice a memory that could hold me back 
 [bad word] 
There is a wound that's always bleeding 
There is a road I'm always walking 
And I know you'll never return to this place 

Gone through days without talking 
There is [bad word] in silence 
So used to losing all ambition 
And [bad word] to maintain what's left
 [bad word] 

And once undone, there is only smoke 
Burning in my eyes to blind 
To cover up what really happened 
And force the darkness unto me
 [bad word]