Swallow The Sun

You are nothing but a shadow
of the beauty what you used to be,
blank painting with silver frames.
You know when things turned all so wrong?
Afraid to tell the truth, locked inside yourself.
I promise this won't hurt you,
at least as much as all these lies.
You are nothing but a shadow
of the beauty what you used to be,
deceitful and shallow; yes,
you know when things turned so wrong.
Dim line between two broken hearts,
long road to perdition.
One will stand, one will fall.
See the stars, touch your scars,