Night falls into a silent scream. It's empty except the words we left behind. This is the end, And now that I'm here I don't fear this place at all. Tell me that It'll be alright. The broken glass kills the hurt inside I can't stay (as I turn to shadows) With all my pain. Cut me, with looks of penetrating nightmares dripping with hope we left behind. This is the end. And now that I'm here I can't help but feel so scared. Choke me, with words of regret I will die before I leave tonight. I shape these plastic memories. Inside for fear or falling into this.