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There must be a way,
A way to forget
The pain I caused you, but
My future is set.

There are crimes I commit
There's nothing to save
There's just a heart
In an empty cave.

There's no life to live,
There's no tear to cry,
There's no way to go on
And I'd rather die.

There's so far to go
And not enough time
To go where I may go
To pay for my crimes.

There's a silhouette
Of a man right here,
But I can't see his face
'Cause it's death I fear.

There's a gentle breeze
Ruffling my hair
And I'm so scared
You wont be there.

There's a pain right here,
A shadow of hurt
And I curse the bright sun,
This earth, trees, and dirt.

There's one thing missing,
My life's bitter end,
And who I will think of
When the wound wont mend.

There's a knife in my hand,
A pill for the pain,
And I'm afraid of this,
I may go insane.

There's blood on the floor,
A lock on the door,
And this horrible pain,
Making me sore.

There's emptiness here,
The telephone rings
And I answer it then,
Thinking of cryptic things.

There's you voice there,
You breath and then state
You're sorry and you love me
But it's much too late.