When you painted The Crimson Door
You did not cover up the memories
I saw you leave
Your pain would always see my sympathy
I'd watch you drown and bleed
I had no choice but to bear your shameless misery
I did not know if you'd ever come back to me
Would I see your blue eyes again?
When you are old and withered
Will you remember the dark times
When you left me crying
Afraid to turn off the lights?
So now we step out from
The smoke and the ashes
The fire is gone inside
We can no longer heal
So now I step out from
The smoke and the ashes
I am now dead inside
I can no longer feel