One, two, three, four
Who's the centre of attention now, girl?!
I AM DRESSED TO IMPRESS THE CROWD
BUT THE CELEBRATION STOPS TO THE SOUND OF A BULLET PIERCING THE BALLROOM
NOW THE INTENSITY GOT GREATER AS MY BODY HITS THE FLOOR
Oh, how ironic it is that you
WERE MY FRIEND STILL YOU PULLED THE TRIGGER
And I'll be the last one standing and the first to walk away from this
(Dying place you call home)
THE SUN HAS BURNED THIS LAST TIME
SHE CRAWLS IN DARKNESS WITH NO LIGHT IN SIGHT
Like burning wings of an ANGEL
IT WILL TURN THE AFTERMATH TO DUST
So smile for the camera
Let's make this moment last a lifetime
WE'LL BURN
ANOTHER YEAR GONE BY
BUT I STILL RECALL THE LAUGHTER
SO, LET'S CELEBRATE
I'm proposing a toast to the whore that you are
This is the last time I write a song in your name, a note without fate
I'll turn this around and I most move along
No forgiveness, no second thoughts
There will be no comprehension
Just a pure and simple goodbye
GOODBYEEE...
And as the sun heads down
As city turns pitch black and
All that's left is the sound
Of her footsteps leaving
And I'll be the last one standing and the first to walk away from this
(Dying place you call home)
THE SUN HAS BURNED THE LAST TIME
SHE CRAWLS IN DARKNESS WITH NO LIGHT IN SIGHT
Forever- it's just an empty word that often drowns behind the illusions
Yet we always try to encourage our disbelieves with such a frailty word
I often stand against the wind with my both eyes shut
Inhaling natures oldest way to tell you exactly what you want to hear
And not even once I recalled your name, not even once
As the sun burns the horizon and as the darkness settles in
This night will be as lonely as the next one
However, for the first time in months I do hope for a sunrise
FOREVER
IT'S JUST AN EMPTY WORD
THAT OFTEN DROWNS BEHIND THIS ILLUSION
YET WE ALWAYS TRY
TO ENCOURAGE OUR
DISBELIEVES WITH SUCH A FRAILTY WORD
WE BOTH KNOW
THAT STARTING OVER
ISN'T A WAY TO BEGIN