In the corner beside my window
There hangs a lonely photograph
There is no reason
I'd never notice
memory that could hold me back

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 [bad word] to maintain what's left

Once undone, there is only smoke
Burning in my eyes to blind
To cover up what really happened
Force the darkness unto me