Beauty From The Past - Lost in tears

A wasteland so vast and I am on my own

I’m dying to fast, I’m dying to slow

Nothing here is real, the shadows walk alone

Pain is all I feel, from the thorns of my crown

And I need you right now

And I need you by my side

And I need you right now

And I need you here to night

A beauty from the past, withered in the heat

It was spoiled all to fast and shattered at my feel

Now I am a stranger in the land where I was born

Lacking the savior, the one I had before

I’m a blind man that can see

I’m a deaf man that can hear

I’m a number inside a number

I’m a dead man that can breath