| I sit on the edge of the magic bridge | |
| Overlooking all of the carnage | |
| Your innocence is my tourniquet | |
| And I am still a masochist | |
| When will this all be over? | |
| We'll never be together | |
| Why does the fire illuminate our future sorrow? | |
| I see a reflection down below | |
| Outline of a girl I hardly know | |
| I throw a rock right at her face | |
| Let the water take her place | |
| When will this all be over? | |
| We'll never be together | |
| Why does the water saturate the dawn with sarcasm? | |
| I feel the sun beating down on me | |
| A scarlet dose of reality | |
| Your shade not enough to save my skin | |
| The burn a scar from my wicked sin | |
| When will this all be over? | |
| We'll never be together | |
| Why does the scar seem worth what will become of us in the end |