Forcing me into a shallow grave I was never supposed to be saved The decline was made to test us all To see how hard that we can fall This heart in my chest is not my own It beats for nothing makes my blood run cold I've said it before but it never gets old Our souls are on auction waiting to be sold Bring back the days When I didn't need To be saved Play my heart strings with a razor blade It might send a pulse through me Red roses, black embers Green eyes, dead Decembers A time to forgive A time to forget A time to let go A forever to regret Hold me close, let me go To face the winter on my own A new damnation has begun The words have failed they're dead and done I may have lost the battle but the war remains unsung The war in my head that I still haven't won I lost my hope a long time a go So when I say that it's over the fight has truly begun Bring back the days When I didn't need To be saved Play my heart strings with a razor blade It might send a pulse through me And I can't forgive And I can't forget And I can't let go And I can't regret Soon the memories will fade As the green turns to grey The winter chills flow through me As another December awaits Paving the way to the grave Bring back the days When I didn't need To be saved You Play my heart strings with a razor blade Didn't send a pulse through me A pulse through me