• So cold the sun can't warm me
    So numb that passion can't burn me
    All I have are waves of sorrow
    and no more tears to shed
    Encased in stone
    Nothing can touch me
    Yet memories continue to plague me
    How do you kill the past?
    Sleep, sleep they all whisper
    But to sleep is to dream
    And to dream is to drown
    In the waves of sorrow
    Crashing over my head
    Oh, why can't the past just stay dead?
    My ghosts still haunt me
    And my dreams still taunt me
    I deserve it, cower that I am
    So cold the sun can't warm me
    So numb that passion can't burn me
    All I have are waves of sorrow
    and no more tears to shed