Behind the mask you'll find yourself alone.

So hold your head up high and know it's not the end of the road. Walk down this beaten path before you pack your things and head home. At the end of the road you'll find what you've been longing for.

This melody of my heart points to the composer of my regret.

You're falling now as I move forward; fueled by hope you couldn't take from me and scarred by knowledge of painful winters.

This design delivers life, but they prefer to play the cancer.

Crows will flee the scene as if to remind me how long it's been since I have seen a dove.

Bury your diamonds, destroy your rubies. Emeralds hold no hope.

And if you feel that you can't go on. And your will's sinking low Just believe and you can't go wrong. In the light you will find the road.

All I know now is regret, she follows like a silhouette along the cobblestone behind me, she has nothing but to say, except to innocently ask, her voice as delicate as glass, "Do you see me when we pass?" But I continue on my way.

Is this what you call home as you turn it around. I know you'll never mean it You'll never get the hope that you deserve. It's no surprise that the air keeps you still on this stable ground that once shook so lightly.