In this world of solitude,
you are there with me.
Within this soul of anger,
you're always there to see.
The rage that bottles inside
is soon becoming loud.
But you still stick by me,
standing tall and oh so proud.
You take me by the hand,
you say "it'll all be fine".
You hold me close and say you love me,
tell me, "you'll forever be mine".
You tell me no fibs,
you tell me no lies.
Still, angels are in pain
as they fall from the skies.
My dreams are innocent,
my love for you, so pure.
When I am with you,
everything to me feels so sure.
My hearts never stops bleeding for you,
my mind never stops dreaming of you.
As long as you are with me,
there is nothing I can't do.
Taming this wild fire within,
you're the demon writhing inside.
I feel you running throughout my veins,
my head begging suicide.
I pick up the gun of Hope,
and place it to my heart.
I cock the trigger back
and make the bullet part.
From the gun it explodes,
driving deep within my soul.
Inside it just shatters,
you find it hard to make it whole.
You take the gun from my hands,
you place your heart in them instead.
I'll keep your heart safe from harm,
and love you till the end.
