The corruption, the evil
Why does it follow me?
It makes my heart grow colder,
Warping, it changes me.
You no longer recognize me.
Not by your own actions, but by mine.
To late for me to change the past,
My sorrow only makes my heart grow colder.
I can't think of ways to make it up to you.
You simply sit there, wondering who I am,
I am no longer who i used to be.
I am a new man,
A darker man.
A wicked man.
And still, you are blinded. Blinded by life.