They told me this would get easier
Standing here in a rain of tears
They told me I'd find some shelter
Among the lost souls also stuck here
They told me this memory would fade
That I'd soon be free of the remains
They promised
They swore the wind would die down
That I'd soon be able to hear my own thoughts
But it's not wind, it's my screams
Coming out of my nightmares
To haunt my waking hours
They didn't know the truth
I was told that I'd be free of this soon
That I'd be able to walk amongst the living
Rather than the half-dead
But no one is fully alive anymore
So we all blend in with those whose hearts still beat
I tried to love you
You told me you'd be warm in just a moment
But you're still lying here, cold
Cold-hearted, like the dead girl I was
But you have no reason, you weren't there
You weren't holding the hands of the drowned
Of the damned, the exiled, the second-best
No, you were chasing after favorites
After hordes of young dead girls
Ready to warm up to your false flame
Only to fall short of your impossible standards
To be rejected, to return to my touch
To be drowned all over again, needing air
The air only provided in the waters in which they sink
Til they hit rock bottom, then float to the surface
Where I wait
Standing here in a rain of tears
They told me I'd find some shelter
Among the lost souls also stuck here
They told me this memory would fade
That I'd soon be free of the remains
They promised
They swore the wind would die down
That I'd soon be able to hear my own thoughts
But it's not wind, it's my screams
Coming out of my nightmares
To haunt my waking hours
They didn't know the truth
I was told that I'd be free of this soon
That I'd be able to walk amongst the living
Rather than the half-dead
But no one is fully alive anymore
So we all blend in with those whose hearts still beat
I tried to love you
You told me you'd be warm in just a moment
But you're still lying here, cold
Cold-hearted, like the dead girl I was
But you have no reason, you weren't there
You weren't holding the hands of the drowned
Of the damned, the exiled, the second-best
No, you were chasing after favorites
After hordes of young dead girls
Ready to warm up to your false flame
Only to fall short of your impossible standards
To be rejected, to return to my touch
To be drowned all over again, needing air
The air only provided in the waters in which they sink
Til they hit rock bottom, then float to the surface
Where I wait