Can I return from this?
This low, this bitterness?
I know I should learn from this,
That spite just feeds the emptiness.
But I was run down,
When your dark was exposed, that burning fire and the brimstone.
At least now, I will know, I’m better off goin’ it alone.
These loves I let in,
Some so called kin.
I’d never burn that bridge,
Then shake the hand you crossed me with.
See I was innocent,
when your dark was exposed, that burning fire and the brimstone.
At least now, I will know, I’m better off goin’ it alone.
I believed ya to be kind
I held you within the light.
Some pretty price to pay:
I learned the hardest way,
The painful truth,
When your dark was exposed, that burning fire and the brimstone
At least now, I will know, I’m better off goin’ it alone.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI