This is for the pain that's yet to come
This is for the war that's never won
This is for the scars and heartache that I've gained along the way
If it doesn't kill me then it makes you strong
This is for the scratches and the bruises that we share
This is for the questions that remain in our despair
This is for the sins committed solely to repent
This is for the next our bitter tears or sweet lament
I must take this cleft
This dark and sickened heart
Shoot it in the back and throw it off a bridge into the icy Neva