Portrait

Silent halls and empty room
A mirrored image I presume
It's you and I together growing old

This is what was meant to be
To weather these atrocities for you
But I'm forever growing cold

This is hell and hell is now
And now is where we're finding out
The pseudonym for love is always pain

Yeah this is hell and this is now
To try to stand while falling down
Your portrait of yourself will be her stain

You gave to me what I will keep
And we'll share a view is now high in sleep

And so lonely we are bound to be
When this bed is made for all who sleep
When this bed is made for all who sleep

For all of this I'm losing you
For all of this I'm losing you

You gave to me what I will keep
And we'll share a view is now high in sleep

And so lonely we are bound to be
When this bed is made for all who sleep
When this bed is made for all who sleep