My iron grip has turn to dust
I'm living with the shame
I balanced hope with trust
But you didn't feel the same
I fed myself lies to feed my naivety
Loyalty of self
Now your back is turned on me
You point the finger at yourself
Your story was cheap and vain
Woke me up from the dream
Just to brand me with the pain
The walls you built now bury you alive
Methods of madness that you choose to stand by
