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, unfaithful 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