I am tired, and I am broken
And I'm counting the days by your side
I am torn, and I am weary
With the days I lost in your fire
Could you move closer to my bed,
There are words you speak that I can't understand
And there's an ache in them that is lost
I know your desire to make of me your foe,
But as long as you're a whisper in the pockets of my words
You will bear with me for a while
You must bear with me for a while
I am cruel, I have forsaken
The trust I had in you
I am lonely, and I am tired
Of waiting to meet you there
Could you cry farther from my bed
There are tears you know would better unshed
There's a hope in them that is fake
You know my empire was made of death and lust
And I'll stand by my word, 'till I give up my ghost
You will bear with me for a while
You must bear with me for a while
I find the plots and schemes of men so innocent and blunt
It is your fate, you see, that is written with your blood
And the last pages are torn with hate
And the last pages they are torn with hate
I am tired, and I am broken
I'm a liar, and I am broken
But the last one who spoke was your ghost
And the last thing you'll know is my hate