One Two Three Four.. Who's the centre of attention now girl I am dressed to impress the crowd But the celebration stops to the sound of a bullet piercing the ballroom Now the intensity got greater As my body hits the floor Oh how ironic it is that you where my friend still you pulled the trigger But I'll be the last one standing, and the first to walk away from this dying place you call home The sun has burned the last time, she crawls in darkness with no light in sight Like burning wings of an angel It will turn the aftermath to dust So smile for the camera Lets make this agony last a lifetime Burn Another year gone by But I still recall the laughter So lets celebrate! I'm proposing a toast to the whore that you are This, this is the last time I write a song in your name A note without fate Ill turn this around, and I most move along No forgiveness No second thoughts No comprehension Just a pure and simply goodbye And as the sun heads down a the city turns pitch black All that's left is the sound of her footsteps leaving Forever, it's just an empty word that often drowns behind the illusions Yet we always try to encourage our disbelieves with such a frailty word I often stand against the wind with my both eyes shut Inhaling natures oldest way to tell you exactly what you want to hear And not even once I recalled your name. As the sun burns the horizon, and as the darkness settles in, this night will be as lonely as the next one However, for the first time in months I do hope for a sunrise Tomorrow will bring me strength.. Because we both know that starting over isn't a way to begin...