Another night, another demise, Cadaverous wind blowing cold as ice I'll let the wind blow out the light Cause its gets more painful every time i die. The faint blaze of the candle of my life, Slowly dying like a fire in a pouring rain. No sparks of hope

When I was young Pain more painful Laughter much louder Yeah, when I was young The rooms were so much colder then My father was a soldier then And times were very hard I smoked my first cigarette at ten And for girls, I had a bad yen