The shape of all my doubts... My fear [bad word] closer... [bad word] me 

Here I stand in the falling rain
There is no joy inside these tears
I see the world through a twisted and bitter stare
To be where I have been...to see what I have seen 

Is it a dream?
Or can I believe...
The memories will haunt me for evermore 

The shape of all my doubts... My fear [bad word] closer... I [bad word] you 

I am not the man you used to know
I am different... Everything is different now
When you left me, you planted a seed of hate in me
Nothing is stronger... Stronger than this