I'm sorry I live inside such a tortured mind
and nothing could save me, so I couldn't save us
there's drops of blood left on the piano where you had once played
and on the pillow next to me where you had once laid
it drowns out the familiar smell of you
and I know that it's my fault
so now I search for your voice through the static on the radio
because your song used to fill my ears like a rush of wind
oh, there's a place just for me in hell for the things I've done
and you are laying atop the dark clouds above
don't worry my darling, I will pay for my crimes
and on my way down, I'll look up at you as you're waving goodbye
this is the end
your silence is deafening
the guilt the I have carried for to long is lifted at last
if you could go back to the beginning
would you have still sang to me
or would you have left me for dead?
at this point it all sounds the same
so **** it, we're all going to hell
and I will be waiting
together again, or perhaps it was meant to be
forever at rest, we will find comfort in the flames
I'm sorry I failed you. I'm sorry I killed us.
Please take my hand, and sing to me one last time