I sold my soul for diamondsAnd reason for acclaimBeen begging for white angelsTo blow my mind away Been growing funny flowersWhere roses never grewI stayed awake all nightWhen I woke up from dreamsOf me and you I tried to take the sun and I went blindGod help me to erase you from my mindI'm growing coldAnd the night is yet to comeAnyone tell me is this The way it's meant to beLost and isolatedI'm way too complicatedFor you to lean on me I play a losing gameI cried in desperationMental devastationI'm blowing out the flame Self-pity gave me shelterI always hid away in viceDyslexic, torn and tattered
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