This Curse

You you left these arms holding nothing, alone ste in this tomb of my tears Liar I know now that the truth was just another lie, it's to late my heart has broken black, it's over and failure is the only memory that hasn't turned to rust Sorrow the only thing that doesn't seem to crumble at the torch My throat still bleeds each time I call your name, but you will never know how hard I tried Liar I know now that the truth was just another lie, it's to late my heart has broken black, it's over and failure is the only memory that hasn't turned to rust, you you left these arms holding nothing.