Rain falls like tears, and tears as rain
and everything you say only brings me more pain
in the center, my world, I stand listening to this song
the wind blows freely here, and the sky is calm
gray engulfs me, and the buildings here are old
I stand here in silence, alone; with no one to hold
I listen calmly to the music... the lyrics say
this is your life. Look around... this is your tragedy
the sky's gray, like the smoke of a dying flame
the buildings aged, changed, but still the same
the wind blows gently, as if it were breathing
reminding you of a child's sleeping
and it seems the only life in this quiet place
and it seems it perfectly reflects your face
and the voice softly fades away
and you stand with nothing to say
and you know this feeling perfectly
and you know that no one else can see
what lies hidden in this beautiful town
is a throne, with a broken crown...
I sit down slowly and bare my thorns
I smile at the darkness, while inside my soul mourns
the eyes are as a mirror to the soul within
baring all it's pain... it's hate... it's sin
and it's malice through the looking glass
and deep inside... I know it'll never pass
and I smile at you, although it pains me just to
just to look at you, to see you smile... to
because I know, I'll never have that smile
and I can't live my life in pitiful denial
and your voice haunts me in my dreams
like the beauty of a angel's screams
as it falls from grace, such beauty blackened
and I wonder how this all happened
how such joy turns such pain
how much it hurts just to be sane
and I can never just let it go
and smile, and walk away even as I know
So I'll just stand here in my little town
and I'll continue to wear my broken crown.