Love doesn’t know me anymore,
Can’t you see I’m sore?
Can you see me through the glass?
Or will you bow your head and quickly pass?
I don’t know what to do,
Can you say it’s true?
The fact that you see me,
In a way that I never wanted it to be,
And now I’m stuck here,
A prisoner of the fear,
Summer doesn’t know me anymore,
Leaving winter, freezing to the core,
Leave me in a pool of my own blood,
And leave me to wait for the cleansing flood,
But I can’t stand living in this shell,
Set in stone, my personal hell,
The picture frame tomb stone,
Marked my name, dying alone,
And if that is my fate,
Then here I will wait,
As I watch the flames burn high,
In my city, the ashes fly,
And all I can do is watch in horror,
As my city is flattened in the final hour,