Number Seven With a Bullet

walk alone,

i stare at the foot prints of my life,

i think i lost you when i began to run away.

so far, so far away from home ,

your approval was the only crown i seek.

i no longer doubt myself,

too long i've walked in shadows of my worst enemies,

was it worth the game to lose our purities.

won't wear the crown of thorns,

won't wear the mask of judas,

i'll never be who you want me to be,

you'll never see the beauty i see.

mark me for death,

mask me for torture.

i hope you see my face on your death bed.

you played the role of the angel,

now you'll see my face in hell,

you fooled my mind with your selfish ambition.

you played the roll of the angel,

now you'll see my face in hell.