You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies,

Treasury was robbed of mine, Do you still dream? Treasury was robbed of mine, Do you still dream?

He was proud of her, because after all this, She was standing still, He was proud of her, because after all this, She was standing still,

he melody of my footsteps The rhythm of my breaths Have synchronized into nothing A calm st... he melody of my footsteps The rhythm of my breaths Have synchronized into ...

I'm no more addicted I'm no more obsessed I'm no more addicted I'm no more obsessed

His journey musn't end single... His jouney mustn't end futile... Must not end futile... His journey musn't end single... His jouney mustn't end futile... Must not end f...