Early morning breath
I gave myself over
You're all that's left
My hope faded
Your four-leaf clover
Do not grieve
All my eyes did relieve
Of pain
To decieve
In me
Pieces I carry
To rebuild the thing I needed
Dreaming of rain
Left me weary
Could it be true
This world
Cold and blue
My final words
An oath to you
Hope turned to sorrow
No tomorrow
Pieces I carry
To rebuild the thing I needed
Dreaming of rain
Left me weary
Should it be true
This world
Cold and blue
My final words
An oath to you
Hope turned to sorrow
No tomorrow