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I guess we're done, but it's not over yet

I am still searching for the definition to myself

And I travelled far across the distance

Riding the waves of delusion

Drifting from place to place

Oh, I feel ghosts crawling on my skin

Reminding me of all the things I've done

So far my pattern has been to hurt those I trusted

And I know that I need to change

Before death do us part forever

We started from scratch

Ended up with nothing

Now I look down beneath the still surface

Into the Well of Grief

My restless heart, yours unfaithfully

I will become The pale king

When october begins

Please forgive me I gave the abyss gaze back at me

It's far too late for me to turn back

The promise turned into regret

I've played the game of love and lost

The truth is always one step behind the costs

We started from the scratch

Ended up with nothing

Now I look down beneath the still surface

Into the Well of Grief

My restless heart

Yours unfaithfully

I have become The pale king

A caricature of all virtues

Have mercy