I squandered my youth for a wither'd (bitter) hour;  

All I ever wanted was a simple you.  

Real love is dying for a phantasy.  



I held all of Heaven dead in my arms,  

And in one moment, I knew all of Hell.        



Nothing but a body, naked, beaten,  

The wreck of a soul, amidst thorns bleeding.  

Bitterness is all God hath created;  

A proud king among the failures of dreams.  



I believe one love could be worth a life,         

For life I would have burn'd myself away--  

For nothing, life hath left me burning alone.  



Girl, know that time leaves dust on my scars;  

When the moment has pass'd, thousands will die.  

I will remember when ghosts were mighty,            

And I will laugh and catch my own tears.  



In a perfect garden, all flowers flourish,  

In this real garden, my flower knows thirst.  

I don't think I can lift my face to the sun again.  

I don't think I can look at your face again         

And feel.  

You were my everything, and you took  

It all away.