By Others Considered — In Mourning

Dark secrets always turns out to be the best Why does the rain always seem so black Bleeding for more to satisfy my everything Sealed from the others, leading me down

For the apparition of my longing I borrowed a smile, unfaithfull to reality To dignify my hollowness Bewildered minds declaring this world for me Drowned by this burden

This is my confession, my lament to you It's me, I've painted the walls It's a portrait, of a black paradise From this day on I will look at life through darkness

This is my confession, my lament to you It's me, I've painted the walls It's a portrait, of a black paradise From this day on I will look at life with my eyes closed

Here is my confession, my last one to do From this moment, I will shut my eyes I look through the window, I look upon the world I face What do I see, it's a rainy day

Dark secrets always turns out to be the best I can't restrain always forced to go back Bleeding for more to satisfy my everything Sealed from the others, leading me down