You and I have fallen from grace
Broken in this forgotten place
Dead or dying, it makes no matter
I lie now and watch my own soul shatter.
I close my eyes and try to think
Piecing together the missing link
Remembering every little thing said;
Lying in this puddle of red.
Looking to you, remembering love
Watching you sleep, graceful as a dove
And though I slowly go insane
I remember the memories which will remain.