I've been fascinated with lost love for sometime now

and I'm not quite sure why

I've been waking up to the images that I thought I'd left behind

But they're just as clear,

and just as naive as they were before

But now they seem more beautiful,

the past always seems more beautiful

I'm not the same child that I once was



I left my compassion on the side of the road

when I learned the power of ego and confidence,

all to please you

But I'm sure that you regret it now

I'm sure that You regret me now

Because I do.

All my desire and all my innocence burned away

Just the evil remains, just the judgement remains

And here I stand king of the mountain, all alone,

surrounded by pain that I brought on myself.