As the clouds drift in the sky The black rose begins to bloom Hypocrisy grows louder Of shuttering cries of what was you This isn't the outside Choked to declare what is yours Cut my throat Is this what will freeze the fire My weakest style is my greatest defeat I am not what they heard of Bring in the pain as the punch begins to hit From the habits of self-love Alone, life dims to it's darkest path Alone, neither you or me can grab a hold Alone, I'm not yours, you're not mine Alone