The Victim That Won't Stay Dead

Change, it hasn't found you.
Lies, you're still telling them.
Deceptive, you still try to be.
Lost, you always were.

Now lets write the tale of the victim that won't stay dead.
Lets sing the song of the man that no longer is.

This place I see, this time so near.
I didn't come here with fear.
You can tell me things and I know there lies.
But it doesn't matter at all.

And she whispers...

"What if I show up on at your front door?"

And he laughs and says...

"I'll believe it when I see it."

He never saw it, he didn't care.
He never lied, he was never scared.

And she speaks softly...

"I'm done with everything. I've found what I want, even if I can't have you. I'm done looking."

And he thinks to himself...

"In a week she will forget what she has just said. She says what she thinks we all want to hear. Some of us fall for it, one of us doesn't. How many times can I say what I know? How many times can I say I see it all?"

Time goes by, silence is all he hears.
He knew before it was done.
He already gave up all his fears.
Now its his time to have some fun.

He wants what he gets and gets what he wants, though he never wants anything.
He tries to make peace, but she just keeps slipping away.
He rips up the treaty, and wakes up the dead.
He lays on a gravestone, and puts down his head.

Now the song is reaching it's end.

The next few days will change him for good.
Theres no going back, he'll never be real again.
Whats left of his heart is turning to stone.
Its not in his hands, but soon it will be for good.

Heaven or Hell, who the hell cares.
This nightmare will finally have plenty of scares.