Dusted aside with sweet songs of promisenWaiting for morenAnd I heard a saying stopping me from praying for all that I've lostnnThis life is so damn beautifulnAs I'm stuck here with leechesnMy heart's pumping weakernnThis life is so damn beautifulnAs I'm stuck here with leechesnMy heart's pumping weakernnShe does not regret being played for a fool by a man that she trusted, a man that she knewnBut who is to say they won't do the same for someone they love and adorenFragments of lust inconcieved by her trust, like a web of a spider in the midst of a dusknRestless and pale, a soul up for salenFor anyone caring to bidnnThis life is so damn beautifulnAs I'm stuck here with leechesnMy heart's pumping weakernnThis life is so damn beautifulnAs I'm stuck here with leechesnMy heart's pumping weakernnAnd with all her timenMemories quite sublimenDwells in pastnThis lonely pastnnAnd within her dreamsnShe can safely weep without the shamenThis awful shamennPicture a place where the sun never shinesnWhere cockroaches scuttle nAs inmates declinenThis is the place we find her embracednWith all of the memories of himnnSo she won't give up on hope, even to wait for him, even to die for himnSo she won't give up on hope, even to die for him, even so she can die for himnSo she won't give up on hope, even to wait for him, even so she can die for himnSo she won't give up on hope, even to wait for him, even so she can die for himnnJust tell me the truthnI don't want more liesn'Cause every nightnI dream of your eyes nnJust tell me the truthnI don't want more liesn'Cause every nightnI dream of your eyes nnJust tell me the truthnI don't want more liesn'Cause every nightnI dream of your eyes nnTell me the truthnI don't want more liesn'Cause every nightnI dream of your eyes