I feel no remorse for the pain that i have delt to you. I feel no remorse for the knife that i've left between your shoulders. Yet i am standing still amongst the thorns that wrap our grave. I cling to your lifelessness. Theres no life in these eyes i die inside. I tore the roses with my hands and sent them aimless towrads the sky. Your memory shall fade with the passing of each day, and in the hour of my death i will breathe and not dispair.