Falling through pages of martyrs on angels,
Feeling my heart go west;
I see the future dressed as a stranger
Wearing his sundays best.

Love is an act of blood,and I'm bleeding,
Pool in the shape of a heart.
Beauty projection in the reflection
Always the worst way to start

Now that your gone, I'm trying to take it.
Learning to cope with the pain.
Ill find a new love and I pray we can make it;
As long as we conquer the rain.

This is not how I want it to end;
And I fight to be open again.

There's no one to take my blame;
If they wanted to.
There's nothing to keep me sane;
And its all the same to you.

There's nowhere to set my aim;
So I'm everywhere.
Never come near me again;
Do you really think I need you?

And I smile and I learn to pretend;
And I fight to be open again.
And ill have no more dreams to defend;
Will I ever be open again?