"Are you sorry?" He says "For the things youv'e said and for the things you have done?"
"Yes I'm sorry that I lost so much, for that little passing fun"

Well if crying aloud could help you at all, then I will surely scream.
Still tonight you continue to cause this suffering, and your nightmares are not just dreams.

That swansong you sing has but one memory and it's tune will endure all time.
It hides around the corner in your future of fears and it's strength will last your life this time.

It is your heart for the hearts you have broken.
Your eyes for the ones that could have seen.

You will bow and crawl each passing day.
Like the ones who trusted you but were turned away.