Crust heart turned cold, damage done and nothing left.nBruises torn and now she's gone, why our respect run so dry?nYet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives.nnCadence! Erase the pain!nBlood spilled over the dancefloor.nIt not supposed what it meant.nBe careful what you wish for.nFor I'm not intended.nDo we arise to fall? We're not here to fall.nThose plastic friends often break your heart.